Birthdays are like boogers. The more you have, the harder it is to breathe! ---- AKSHR

 

 Birthdays are like boogers. 

The more you have, the harder it is to breathe!

 

Oh, the more you have, the harder it is to breathe,

A weight upon your chest, a burden to conceive.

Your lungs they labor, your breath they strain,

As possessions pile and fortune's gained.

 

Your wealth and riches, they bring no ease,

But only serve to make your breathing cease.

Your pockets full of gold, your heart of lead,

As the more you have, the harder it is to breathe.

 

Your mansion grand and fine, a prison to reside,

With rooms of opulence, and walls of pride.

But in this space of luxury and excess,

You choke and gasp for just one breath of freshness.

 

Your jewels and gems, they sparkle and shine,

But in their beauty, your breath is confined.

Your treasures and trinkets, they weigh you down,

And make it hard to catch your breath in this town.

 

Your empire vast and your power great,

But with each conquest, your breath grows late.

Your throne of might, a throne of pain,

As the more you have, the harder it is to breathe again.

 

So let us learn from this, and live with less,

And find our peace in simplicity, not in excess.

For when we have too much, we lose our breath,

And in the end, it is only love that gives us death.