.
If today were my birthday,
I know what they'd say
He doesn't look older,
not even a day
He moves a bit slower,
a methodic pace
And there are some new
wrinkles formed on his face
His hair is much thinner
up there on his head
and before the sun sets
he's heading to bed
But look at his poetry,
he writes about love
The moon and the stars
and the heavens above
He's still young at heart
and it flows from his pen
Especially when he writes
about her again
He looks quite the same
after all of this time
For age doesn't matter,
if he can still rhyme
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
.
If today were my birthday,
I know what they'd say
He doesn't look older,
not even a day
He moves a bit slower,
a methodic pace
And there are some new
wrinkles formed on his face
His hair is much thinner
up there on his head
and before the sun sets
he's heading to bed
But look at his poetry,
he writes about love
The moon and the stars
and the heavens above
He's still young at heart
and it flows from his pen
Especially when he writes
about her again
He looks quite the same
after all of this time
For age doesn't matter,
if he can still rhyme
