The day is here
Of my 47th year;
Friends and family smile,
As I beguile
Them in to believing
(Maybe deceiving)
That all is well.
If they can tell
I am done,
With all the fun,
I wonder what they’d say.
Who would truly stay?
I have come this far,
I have become a star,
Since all I do is yearn.
So now, just let me burn.
Hearts Still Care 