Any birthday implies good times shared.
By the people who really cared,
All the tears and hardships they will endure.
Along the road of life, Just to give of self without
showing their troubles and strife.
To make a commitiment to keep on going,
No matter which way the wind is blowing.
Just to keep their love alive on matter what
every body seam's to say,
So remember you have only one birthday,
the are only the anniversary's of that day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A 'poem' for Rome......? ? ? Maybe we'll start spelling the city 'Roem'......! ! !