To You, Many More Years... Poem by Chukwunnabuikem Ugochukwu Amalu

My quill frolics on my right hand,
The almanac falls off the right angle,
The clock tick tock on my right ear,
The sun gyrating in its best wear.
A reminder it is to my own ears.

A distinct day has come again, after a long walk round the sun.
Clothings and shoes are of man,
how hard it is, to get them on your body.
Jewelries and gems are of man,
How difficult it is, to have them on your neck.
Good health and life, free gift from Jah,
Not even a dime is paid for it.
Nature is blessed and kind to us, a good reason to give thanks to the creator.

My pen is hurt, bleeding incessantly.
My paper is wet, soaked in ink.
Wishes and desire flaming my heart,
Let me get them on a note, for the day has come, like no other.

From my ink reads...
Happy birthday to you dear friend.
A new day it is, for you and you alone.
From my note reads...
Many more years to you,
A new year it is, for limits breaking.
In the heart of a poet, lies treasures,
With good wishes and luck on the note he gives out.