Your empty recycled best wishes
Means nothing to me now
Your many happy returns
Are futile  
All I'm left with at the dawn of being
Is your image
Muddy reflection
Of a child, golden and pure
Wearing white
Smiling for eternity.
Joyful for posterity.
This hurts more than it should
Aching with frustration
Wallowed in
The puddle of my mind.

(PMB)