Jasna Andonova, Poetry

If your birthday goes wrong

by Jasna Andonova

Nobody wants that,
but we can't choose.
If your birthday goes wrong,
you can understand the blues.

Imagine an empty room,
filled with balloons and doom,
decorated with confetti and sadness
that take out the tears and madness.

I made a cake,
and a whole silly shake
--but nobody came.
In the space I only hear my name,
and I don't know who to blame.

At first I went nuts,
to stay calm--I didn't have the guts

--I laid on the floor and started to roll,
crying till I fell asleep,
hugging my doll.

But at the end of the time
--they always surprise me--
they came with presents,
and what do they see?

They made me cry because they were very late. 

They apologised and started to dance.
I felt really great.
I gave them a chance.

The birthday went upside-down,
I was it's princess, wearing an invisible crown.
Everybody is satisfied, nobody's sad.
I'm happy they made it, I'm really glad.

So there you go,
I told you and I show

that you don't need no desperation,
we are "one of a kind" nation.
They always will come,
but even when there aren't some,
enjoy the sun, the light, the special day.

It's yours only;
it's your birthday.