a birthday prose
When I found out about your day,
I had the grinnest grin and a sheepish smile
You are one year closer to my figure
A maneuver, though uncertain of your age
My parallel thoughts configures.
The lines that represent your youth
Your whim and playful imagination
Is now closer to my aging notes
Happenstance? Maybe or maybe not
‘Tis what my oblique senses denote.
Hide your head in the sand and follow your dream
May you grow from specks to a plethora of works
That will define YOU
And each birthday
You will celebrate my dear.
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