Birthday

My face slowly sinks
Sink melts gradually
& starts to fold
My blood's not cold

I don't feel disease
No aches or agonies
But I'm growing old
The grey-backed glass says so

I'm wasting away
I'm being erased
It's my birthday
But I feel the same

My beard is dying grey
My pulse in slowly in my veins
& I don't feel all-grown
Even though I am, I know

I'm wasting away
I'm being erased
It's my birthday
But I feel the same

My eye's framed by dark
Nights & mornings have left their mark
I'm not tired. I don't
Feel the year at all

I'm wasting away
I'm being erased
It's my birthday
But I feel the same