A history of turning the Is to Was
Infamously turning Shall into Should've
Does anything under its rule ever truly last
Forever involved in burning the present to past

Turning but boys to kings on thrones
Then those very kings, into the stuff of bones
We believe we are but it's pawns and dust
But then again what is Time without us

An entity of space, of simply odd devices
An entity of life, of an oddly simple  crisis
To make a moment stand still, a gift so fine
But then again what are we without Time

May this year too modest seem, 

 to all your achievements hold

May your joy from time past 

 increase tenfold 

May you become your own

purposive hesh

And at time discover wonders afresh

You have much to give, remember to accept

The greatness about you, is in your depth

May luck and faith, into your life integrate

May you always experience the sweetest of fates

At this world's behest

I wish for you, and you the same deserve,

Nothing, but the very best...

Our lives are what we owe you
   Them being but a testament to yours
Few are as patient in giving
   And in our prosperity making sure

Steep has been the ascent in light
    We couldn't be prouder indeed
You've taught us to uphold the Right
     Of how to in adversity proceed

We find it not gratitude misplaced
When such is hope sown and sorrow erased
Bringing thus both insight and ace sagacity
Thou hast gone, above and beyond
     The ringing call of duty    


Wisdom of the aged, yet at heart so
    young
Of an open mind and a love for fun
With perspective in the plural and of
    talents unique

Our lives are what we owe you
Our love forever and always yours...