I Never Got

You are the birthday present
I never got
Lost in the dark
That late night thought
That sold out bike
I once bought
Trying to erase from my tee
That red ink blot
The decades old wine
Went down the throat
An autumn leaf
Will stay afloat
A broken dream
on the trot
Turned to tumour
Once a clot
Era of life
That means a lot
I Behaved blindfolded
when walked or thought