On thy day of birth, I bestow upon thee,
Something, sometimes stolen, but sought after, by many.
On thy day of birth, gained from haunts by thee,
but from me thou shalt get, its species of rarity.
On thy day of birth, many shalt sing thou the gay strain,
but from me thou shalt hear, only the truthful pain.
On thy day of birth, my friend,
I wish thou a jolly birth, know I shalt stand in between,
Shalt any hurt come thy way.
On thy day of birth, my best one,
happiness shalt rain on thee,
such friendship of ours shalt have been experienced by none,
This much, take a word form me.
-MJ
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Poems For The Dead And Alive
PoetryBasically, this is a collection of the poems that I've written, with the theme of death, life and personification.Also some of the words in some of the poems are written in old English, to expose the reader to a new experience. #Enjoyanddon'tgettood...
