Thirty Three

I woke up this morning to thirty-three 
Surrounded by love and precious family
Yet tears of sadness steadily flowed 
As grief and loss are such a heavy load 

The day you and I would always share 
Is now bittersweet, incomplete and unfair
What colour are the balloons in heaven 
To celebrate a man of thirty-seven? 

And as I lift my glass in apathetic cheer 
My only wish is that you were still here 
A stark reminder that life is brief 
Love is eternal but time is a thief 

So as I blow out my candle's flame
I know birthdays won't ever be the same