I don’t light the candle

[I]

I was made of a cake, a gift and a candle;

In a sweet birthday party and a cuddle.

A glorious invitation with a name on it

Everybody’s invited.

Those happy faces,

Lurking sounds behind their smiles,

Find me with a starry hat

In my mother`s  arm.

[II]

I was made of freedom, dreams, and hopes

I stare at the ceilings and I learn a word “above”.

The party`s gone

I could finally lean on.

I wear my loveliest suit;

Waiting for a cherry-bite.

 A wrapped box with its colorful ribbons

It says a name I couldn’t remember.

[III]

I am a realist

I don’t light the candle

I don’t make my own age

I don’t know, what I`m made of now.

But, I bought myself a party

But, I give myself a special gift

But, I picked a cherry by myself

And I sing myself a birthday song.

Because I don’t light the candle;

That’s just I can`t handle.