A birthday cake with the candle number 15 on top.
12/29/2025 – 11:55 PM
One ages not by month, but by year
Two brightly lit candles, placed with no fear
Three hands help in cutting a cake
Four lessons learned, from every mistake
Surrounded by five, I’ve never felt so strong
Singing six rhymes, all in one song
Seven days, until I’m set free
Coming up with eight lies, they keep me weak
Nine wishes to be foretold
Along with ten bracelets, all made of gold
Eleven minutes past eleven
Twelve times I wished I’d go to heaven
Thirteen’s the unlucky, oh ‘why’ I wonder
In frantic fourteen, I almost surrendered
Though last, and certainly not least, comes our desire
For the fifteenth time, I shall be admired
