When I was born
was it not a day
that all would celebrate
to know it was the day
I was born to live life Carefree.
A few decades passed
then I would celebrate
as we became mature enough
to know it was the day
We were re-born to re-live life.
Another few decades passed
was it not a day to explore
that I would love and yet fear
to know it was the day
that sounded the chime of death…
I woke up to the sound of
birds chirping and the
bard singing his tunes.
In the distance, a church
bell rang in sweet chimes.
Down in the street, there
appeared a few people
celebrating some event.
With bugles and trumpets
they were all ready to start.
The wind had a fragrance
and a vibrance never seen
before, and yet little
flowers kept beckoning it
to keep them swaying.
I wondered what it could be
memorable as it seemed to be
and then remembered it to be
a special day, that could only be
a day to cherish, Your Birthday!
