A collection of Poems

"Birthdays"

This is just a poem about birthdays and how different people view it. So Enjoy.

I tiptoe through the room,
Looking through the door left ajar,
Straining to see any figure with a box,
Waiting patiently for time to clock twelve.

At midnight friends and loved ones surround me,
Performing the common rituals,
My face brightening at their every word,
Their voices singing sweet melodies.

Valentine is associated with roses,
Christmas with trees,
Easter with eggs,
And birthdays with what?
"Presents and parties, so I heard".

In Germany it is taboo to wish before it clocks twelve,
Bad luck would be repercussion,
A figure with beady eyes hunting you,
Intended good bringing misfortune.

To some birthdays are a sign of hope for a new dawn,
To some it is bad news,
To others it brings misfortune,
And to others a waste of time.

But they are not completely wrong,
Everyone with their own beliefs,
Every culture with their superstitions,
Everyone with their customs.

Birthdays bring hope for a better year,
The dawn of a new beginning,
Starting life anew,
Change is a new motto.

By IamRegal.