Denial?

A birthday cake without candles
Is like a pot without handles
Is there really a need to be shy?
It’s only your history going by
Is there a chance to set the house on fire?
Only one or two? , you’d be called a liar
I can understand it though
As you refuse to accept the truth
And try to remain in the days of your youth.

poem by Brian Roy Skyers
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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