Sonnet Y

For celebration.

There comes a time when all of us must be
Born into the harsh world of moral death.
To the brim it is filled with poverty,
Selfishness, starvation and greedy wealth.
It seems as though the world will not conclude
Bringing out strife and forging happiness.
At least that's what the world must now allude
To when speaking of evil, for sadness
Left our civilization years ago,
When your smile first graced your precious face.
Your birth brought joyfulness to all you know.
I know you simply cannot leave a place
Without spreading your love for all it's worth.
I honour you, on this your day of birth!

I love you!