Your natal day is here,
I greet it with much cheer;
A quiet prayer to top it off:
A prayer that you'd be held aloft.
The lyrics of thanks, the sonnet of joy--
Another year, a blessing. I am not coy.
Age is wine, so smile with it:
Increasing wisdom and your wit.
Keep that beacon shining bright,
Help people see the light.
Touch more lives from here on out,
Bring joy when you're out and about.
I end this verse so short,
But I know you are a sport.
Dear Godfather, on your natal day,
I raise a toast and shout hooray.
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