The one who gets older


Hey man, climb high and soar
today, you're nothing less than a man
You've exchanged stay for growth,
to appreciation life than earth.
You woke up and smile to the world
to have live breathe in and out
It's nothing less severe as a consequence
we live today to live another.

You turn a year close to grave,
You added a cubit to responsible,
a little frown to the day you were born
still wondering why you cried first day,
But haven journeyed, what do you see
Oh man born of a woman what can you tell.

Little but more has been the adventure
I appreciate life I have tasted,
It is sweet to know the taste of victory and defeat,
I haven't gotten it all sweet to purge from sweetening,
neither have I blat from the bitters of wormwood.
Aging is a gift, utilizing it is a prospect
unlimited in what we can achieve
mere contributions to the subject of our existence.

Happy birthday the boy who yield older,
in quietness of your room you' sat and reflect
there was no gymnasium in the whole procedure,
You've got to see life ellipse of the orbit
At set of sun is no more dusk day.

Appreciate to the boy you were
Congratulations to the man you're becoming,
Cheers to the life to live.

Cheers!

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