It was a bright cold day in April and the clocks were striking. I rose from my bed and drew the curtains. I was expecting George to arrive shortly.

Happy Birthday of Son…

A short birthday poem in modern prose.

I just became an year older

Guts steer me to be bolder

The year has become but a second

All those hurdles, some soft others tough for me to respond

Has been but a great teacher.

A tale of a life lived with love.

A poem wich spurs one forward to greater heights on one’s birthday…

Wishing you; my special, a wonderful birthday.

An ode to the most wonderful man in the world—my man.

I wrote this poem to my Grandfather for his 74th Birthday after learning about Renaissance poetry in English class. The poem is in Iambic Pentameter and the rhyme scheme is "abba cddc effe gg"

Dedicated to someone from my past who just had a birthday.