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Another Year OIder?

and deeper in debt...

Another Year OIder?

Why do human beings celebrate birthdays?
To mark off time until death?
Such a forlorn activity
When a child
it is such an innocent game
Blow out the candles 
You won't be the same
Your tenth year is gone forever
You are thrust into eleven
Who said by a passage of days
I was ready to be eleven
Maybe I wanted to hang out at  seven
Maybe at fifty I was really thirty
I am not a loaf of bread
I do NOT have an expiration date
If  I feel the need in this life
In this body 
In this mind to hang
 out for 200 years
Whose bloody business is it
Anyway?
I am NOT going to make it convenient
Or planned on by governments
Delighting some filthy rich one percent 
To fade off into the ozone
Allowing them to calculate my value
Hell NO 
I do not go quietly into the night
I am giving them a fight
A run for their money
And then some..

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Pratibha Savani

Oh Vanessa!! I truly love this. Second piece I have read of yours and you are fast becoming one of my favourite reads!! I love the way you analysed the birthday and getting older with society. Pure magic in the writing with a dry sense of humour xxx
Sssoo pinned!

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Vanessa Reid

Dear One 
Thank you from the heart. I like it when someone 
truly enjoys something.. it makes my day.
vanessa

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Being Me

Oh I love this! It has attitude!

I do not go quietly into the night
I am giving them a fight
A run for their money
And then some..

Great work!

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