Early Works - My Birthday Blues

You wake up in the morning full of the joys of spring just want to sing and sing, fresh as a daisy under a newborn sun that’s when my birthday blues begun. The lonely feeling of being the only one in the world, no cards from the postman, no presents from anyone not even a many happy returns of the day. Just another day passing along life’s highway with no one to notice the stranger - me. No smiling faces, no happy words, only sad things, and tears of the lonely my birthday blues linger on. 18 June 1981 Authors Note: This was actually written on my birthday in 1981 but I cannot recall what prompted me to write it. I know there was sadness in the house because of the loss of a dearly loved pet the week before.