The Birthday Party

An invitation
to a birthday party.
It is not every day
someone turns forty.
Sociability is not
one of my abilities.
Already looking
for an excuse.
People are starting
to think that I am a recluse.
If I go, I will have
to wear a mask
to hide from things
that might be asked.
The tedium of
boring conversation
regarding the sorry
state of the nation.
Then followed by
embarrassing silences,
encouraged by my shyness
Maybe I could say
I lost the invite.
Then act my best
to sound contrite.

purple yellow and blue balloon on swimming pool
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