There's a day to be happy.

There's a day to be glad.

There's a day to be snappy.

And many days where I'm mad.

Some days are special,

Like the Fourth of July.

And some days are normal,

Like days by the by.

But I don't really notice,

All days are really quite lame.

A part of life, sometimes twice,

Every day is almost the same.

But today's kind of light.

Still the same, but quite nice.

Today is your birthday,

from morning to night!

This poem is quite simple, something small I can send

Because your birth was a gift,

And meeting you; that was bliss.

So happy birthday my friend!

As this comes to the close.

And may your troubles and sorrows

come soon to an end.