it's birthday for pops.
another one in a long line of birthdays.
the family gathers
around with cards
and gifts.
a cake with 79 candles.
make a wish, they all say, and he smiles.
hunched over,
he huffs and puffs
and blows out as many as he can.
life is good, even at this ripe old
age,
limping towards home
with a bad heart
and no money.
what he doesn't know, can't
hurt him. the secret still safe
for now.
he thinks
his prayers have been answered.
no need for wishes.
good luck with what you got
back.
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