One more year passes
I am getting old
My sound trebles
And voice lost its bass.
Skin lost its softness
And getting wrinkles
Eyelids hang in shaded
And eyes lost its brightness.
But my dreams blooms
with colorful pictures
More clearly by wisdom
of thought I inherited.
A different perspective,
Vision and mission of life
prized me the age
Since my birth in return.
A different perspective Vision and mission of life Prized me the age Since my birth in return Thank you for sharing this poem, full of wisdom, like a beautiful birthday gift one will cherish and turn the page to see it on every birthday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have poem also entitled Happy Birthday. A very good write
Thanks a lot