Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Past My Prime

I first encountered her a year

Ago upon her last birthday.

A bunch of us were sent to cheer

Her in a family gift way.

All the others who came with me

Became deflated and are gone.

A hanger on I guess I be.

I really should be moving on.

Hovering low by the trash can,

I hope this be a hint to her

That she should do the next right plan

And give me a good bye for sure.

Popping of me can't come too soon.

I'm a way past my prime balloon.