Rotting flowers

I wrote this one a day after my birthday. Time passes by so quickly. Did I even do anything with it?

Poem 222 of 365 –

The smell of rotting flowers 
Lingers in the air
A warning of another year
That passed by unaware
Another birthday came and went
I feel the time was poorly spent
And I must replay the year again
To find meaning in the days I rent.

~ Essie