January Twenty Three

January twenty three
Used to mean so much to me.
As a child I couldn’t wait
Until it reached that special date.

It took so long to come around,
Then I would hear that special sound
Of birthday wishes just for me,
With friends around for party tea.

With every year I grew and grew
And soon I’d aged to twenty two.
As years advanced my children came
And they had parties just the same.

The kids have grown and years have passed.
Now they seem to come round fast.
It’s come again too fast for me,
That dreaded January twenty three.