Play and sing, Thou friend of my years.
Come, let those merry songs from my joyous heart fill your ears.
For it was on this day that I walked out of the door between my mother's leg to the hands of mother Earth.
Stitch for me nice words flowing from your beautifull HeART.

Let your pen dance to the drumbeat of memories of us.
Walk me down memorylane because,
My brain has failed to be a good diarry.
Celebrate me, dear friend while death tarry.

Silver and Gold you may have not,
But, give me your time if it's all you got.
For this day comes just once in a year;
So, pen words that will draw from my eyes; smiling tears.

Come sing with me, dear friend.
For tomorrow may come with my end.

ohuche, Joseph