BIRTHDAY BOY

A lad so born,
Born, but first.
In some sense.
Though moments were tense.
It was a day, he shall.
Forget yet remember, all
For the stories on the events.
Still flow in his dormant vent.
But he erupted to what is.
He is so he searches for daily bliss.

Since its his day, he feels boyish.
Wonders whats the special dish.
He forgot, such days are no more.
Days of birth have become hard core.
Still he can afford a smile.
Laugh out loud hear able from miles.
Surmise the internal joy lives on.
Though stronger when years began with one..
Nineteen cheers for old birthday boy.
Ooh! Look! He's acting rather coy.

by Moses O.O