You say, Christoff it's your birthday - man you still look 33.
What is your secret friend, will you tell to me?
Day fulfilled with excitement, loving friends and family too
a day to share with those you love, a day that was a jewel.
Bedazzled, bedazzling, thrilling, chilling, day,
September birthday baby, with September birthday way
that month the single most blessed, blessed with colors and the sun
that allows the leaves to come out, of their closet and have fun
letting their true colors shine resplendant under sky
we take so much for granted, much better than to ask why?
Why, well it could be answered, but the answer would n'ere be truth
why is just a story told by parents to their youth.
Why is complicated, and why Shakespeare first took up pen
to lead us to an answer, and then another answer again
to see all things connected, to see all life a whole,
yet to me, you're Always Tevyev, the man with such a soul
who sought and then found knowledge, and the wisdom of his age,
who lacked (of course for money) but was rich beyond the page
the page of accounts and ledgers, upon which we mark our time on earth,
and you my friend have radiated so much joy ever since your birth.
Until it comes again, like for the cubbies we can say,
"WAIT 'TIL NEXT YEAR, ALL. WE WILL HAVE OUR DAY."
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