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My birthday, and why it makes me feel sad - ORIGINAL POEM

Hours march forward, lost in time,
Out of space and out of mind,
Birthday is here, the day I was born,
A feeling present, mundane, usual, worn,
And it feels like nothing special,
As much as it may be to others,
So I sit and I write these words,
Hoping to make sense of jumbled letters,
Marched until the hour to the mark,
Hoping for a sign or, to ignite, a spark,
A meaning behind my purpose here,
Though I hardly  remember the year,
Until I concluded, as I did each day,
And lost the train of thought I had,
That I'll find such things in one place,
Or in a person I may or may not know,
As much as another year comes and goes,
I know I'll always remember, as others' know,
That my strengths lie inside, somewhere,
They just need to be found, to be seen, to wear.