I came with a day , with a name.
Day was born with me impregnated.
In the twilight I appear as joy.
what tastes sweet is at the beat of the mouth.
Cakes are mounted, candles stand erect
As of Pentecost day flames above candles.
With joy ,air flow from within mute,
the flaming candles.

To stand amaze at my growing age,
still to myself I'm the same.
I celebrate myself to the purpose of age.
smiles and cheer on my face and my comforters.
We live more to pessue more;
Life's value is to live.
To be ashamed of my age
is to be ablame of worthless living.

Tables of sweet, chairs full laughter.
Floor for dancing and merry
Happy birthday today.

© Isaac Asalewon Aglum