The Birthday Poem by Leorne Adile

The Birthday



Every year in the month of March
I am, by more than years, grown
Friends, with whom I've lost touch
Are to me closer and closer drawn
And those of whom I know not much,
Still make sure their care is known,
Wishing me happiness, old age and a bunch
Of all such blessings the creator owns
And I'm renewed whensoever such
Care and love is to me openly shown
More like out of something, I am hatched

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