Oh the glorious days of old
When a birthday was celebrated
No matter the age
And nothing was debated

When all that mattered
Was who it was about
How old he was
And whether or not to give him trout

We miss those days
Of the simple times
When there were no cards
Or birthday rhymes

When everything was
Spoken in plain talk
So you didn’t need cards
That sometimes used chalk

So in this poem
I now say
May your birth be celebrated
In the simplest of ways


happy birthday papa lead ^^