Un-Birthdays (Petrarchan Sonnet)

Three hundred sixty-five days in a year,

But all but one are truly un-birthdays.

Days not to celebrate births, but appraise

Life, randomness, occupation, career,

And concepts that physically don't appear.

Today, we celebrate the sun's great rays,

A sign that we lived through our high school days,

That we have survived AP Lit this year!

But as birthdays and un-birthdays arrive and pass,

And memories are treasured or else forgotten,

Will we remember the great people in this class?

Or let these memories become, with age, rotten?

Life is a chess game, always changing with each move,

But it's in reflecting them, that we can improve.