NO BIRTHDAY
I never had a birthday,
A party or a cake;
Never had a chance to play,
or watch the sun awake.
I ne'er beheld the seasons fair--
Saw winter, spring, or fall;
Or felt a brush of summer air,
Or heard a wildbird call.
I never saw a lark in flight,
Beheld a flowering tree;
Or gazed upon the stars at night--
Nor sailed upon the sea.
No chance had I to go to school,
And be with girls and boys,
Go swimming in a shady pool,
Or make a little noise.
And Christmas joys were not for me,
Ne'er would a New Year ring;
I'll never gather 'round a tree,
And happy carols sing.
But most, I never knew of love--
To give, or to receive;
I never heard of God above,
Knew nothing to believe.
And even when I died, so young,
I had no funeral;
No one to weep, no saddend song--
I had no burial.
You see, I was aborted--
Torn from my mothers womb;
She really had no time for me,
A bucket was my tomb.
And now I think what might have been'
If I'd a chance to live;
A chance to try, --to sink or swim,
And of myself to give.
So, won't you set a day aside--
A birthday once a year;
A day for me, who so young died,
Unloved, unwanted here.
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Copyright 1975 Richard Kenny,
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