it's your birthday so you go to church
and tell the Lord, "Thanks a bunch
though there's not much to munch."
it's your birthday so you go to a cheap shop
and treat your old car to oil change, and stop
at Goodwill Store for used winter stuff.
it's your birthday so you end the day
mulling over what's come your way:
the places you've been, the lessons you've learned
your family, and friendship you've earned--
and you realize you've got everything
no one can take away, and you begin to sing...