When young our birthdays ate exciting times
With cake and card and toy,
But later happiness can pall
As these days pass with ploy,
We hide our childhood feelings,
And act at times so coy.
As we quickly gain in years
And try to hide our age,
The diary stays for ever blank
On annual birthday page.
Now, at last, your secret is out,
Though numbers hardly matter,
So smile at all you meet today
And pass the time with chatter.