Lit candles of the cake
Once thought cheated
In youth most joyful
Least number of lights
Yet when we are aged
The cake is aglow in flame
Lacking breath to quench
The raving inferno of wax
To make a wish
To blow out ALL the candles
And tell no one lest
It would not come true
In age the wish is e'er the same
To be young once again
There is no one to tell
And no cake to cut or eat
Standing long and ragged
By winds and seasons
Another ring to the periphery
As though an ancient sequoia