Treasure Island

Abdulrasheed Dawodu


It Was This Day


It was this day
A shining star was conveyed
Into our world two months to May
Brighter than the sunshine's ray
Her beauty, words cannot really portray
Like a magnificent view across the bay

You came and there was happiness spray
Sadness, loneliness, boredom, all decayed
No more dismay
You are an epitome of joy in display
Merry as much as you may
Like the birds to the trees you must sing and play
It is not just any day
But the day you came our way

Live till your hair turns grey
And Prosperity, for you I pray
My heart and soul say
Happy Birthday
Hip! Hip! Hip! Hurray!
I hope to say this in another ten decade

Submitted: Saturday, March 16, 2013

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This poem is dedicated to my lovely sister on her birthday. I love you big sis.

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