Her birthday again, another year older.
No one to share it with this year.
Her parents dead, no children to nourish, no partner around.
A day to celebrate, you must be joking.
Just another day to survive in the rat race.
No cards, just bills coming through the door.
Four hundred Facebook friends that donâ€™t say a word.
She goes to work and sits in a cube alone.
At the end of the day she gets the bus home.
She opens the door wanting to die, and Billy jumps on her, so happy to see her.
Thank God for dogs.