It's my birthday and I'll rhyme if I want to!

Another year of my life is gone
And I might be forgiven for being forlorn
I'm not the spring chicken I used to be
There are even some new leaves in my family tree

Though I'm not really tied down
I still yearn to be free
To spend my days doing stupid things that make me smile, not frown
Alas, there's still some fight left in me

And though I might now be twenty eight
So lighting those many candles might be tempting fate
And sure, any beatings or bumps I'll happily take
But know this, I remember those who plaster me with cake

I should probably end this on a cheery note
And maybe drop some interesting quote
But nothing comes to mind, it's a blank
So lets just be frank

I'm probably old enough where it's just another day
But it's still a lot of fun to cut a cake, and say yay!
So thanks everyone for wishing me and being so nice
I feel so elated, I just might have another slice

-- Me