I ask is a birthday cake worth it?
I know it’s sweet and moist,
But it signifies you getting older,
So far my concerns have been unvoiced.

The candles testify to my decay,
As they burn and diminish in size.
I suppose blowing them out instantly,
Is some sort of compromise.

The sponge, cream filling and icing,
Signify various periods in my life.
Like tree rings they show my age,
As I slice through the cake with a knife.

White icing tells of my cold periods,
While calligraphic writing denotes my job.
Lit candles tell of the long hot summers.
As they melt they depict the time I was a slob.

Much better to do without a cake,
When celebrating the passing years.
Simply get some friends around,
Raise a glass and have them say cheers.