A Birthday Poem
Birthdays are a test of time
As well defined by our horoscope sign
Once each year it brings new-found joy
As we slowly grow to man from boy
We want so much the clock move fast
Until too many years have past
That’s when we try to stop the hands
That spin as quick a ceiling fan
We can’t control time fast or slow
We must make of time the best we know
So when the clock chimes it’s your day
Prepare a wish that marks your way
With hopes for what the future brings
And all the love that comes with dreams.
— WOLRADA Poem from the Wolrad Collection #87
