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Too Many Candles To Count

A poem by Beverly Stock.

I’ve too many candles to count,

Don't ask me to state the amount.


It’s not just a cake, it’s a blaze,

Resembles a melting wax maze.


With roses and iced with my name,

Now covered in wax and in flames.


My husband’s idea of course.

Do I sense a bit of remorse?


He used all the candles,

He thought easily handled.


He’s a bit younger than me,

That’s the point, now you see?


Alas, my birthday was a tip,

A total 61st birthday trip.


And now, he’s stuck with the bill.

For him, cake and candles not a thrill.


He may be cute, younger and tall

But not all that smart, after all.




Beverly Stock is an American poet living in St. Louis. Her work has been published on ClassicalPoets.org, at theChainedMuse.com, on Persimmontree.Org, and on the Webzine Lighten Up Online.

Too Many Candles To Count

© 2019 Beverly Stock

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