Birthday Or Bad-Day? Poem by Nana Hauwa Ibrahim

The light grows dim
I'd prefer not to sin
Not to merry and play
There's nothing happy about this day

I'll let it flow the tears that I cry
Any prop cares to know why
Here's a day that draws me to death
Another year clicks! A few more breath
Looking back at the juvenile days I frown
Here's a new rising-a fresh dawn
Another chance to make things right
So heaven will shine on me bright

Before it will be too late
I mean just before I'm late
Coz twenty years already gone by