Birthday-less

I didn't have a quince

or a sweet sixteen

because for both those years

I wasn't living like a queen.

We were short on money, 

kept on cutting back.

keeping heads high

not falling though the cracks.

My 18th birthday came and went,

nothing special to remember

so I gave up ideas

my final party surnder. 

I would wait, we decided

another three years until

my 21st would come

and we would all get chills.

The big charade,

a blowout once for all

those were my party plans

but someone made them fall.

I have now obligations

that were not foreseen

and now on my birthday

I will once again be green.

I won't get my party

or even a song sung

because my birthday ended

before it ever begun.