A Birthday Boy

Birthday Boy.

This shabby tip is a Bed-sit.
You can bed and you can sit.
This bottle is my present
To me.
Bought by me for me.

In this goldy liquid are glints,
Little pools of mystery.
It is a shield
From the bogyman.
It is almost happiness.

Once there were candles
And cakes.
Blow out the candles
Make a wish.
Can you hear them now?

Turn out the lights
To see them burn.
And they turned them out
But never
Turned them on again.