A birthday is just a day;
We are born with each breath,
We take and give away.

Each single little breath,
Fuels the burning fire within
Warming life’s vermilion wreath.

In the darkness of within
It sends forth its rays
Never giving up, never giving in.

Today is one of many births of days
Where I affirm this passion I keep
In my heart it ever stays.

When tried on the promises I keep
I shall not falter before the courts of man
Nor shall I trouble in my sleep.

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  1. Lovely poem.


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