Hark, friends and countrymen So, treasure this day
for the time is upon us. like a keepsake of time.
A day of celebration let us make merry. Rejoice in all that has been
Set aside all your cares and the woes and in the many joys
Which do so readily weary you. which are to come.
For this is a day of birth. And do not fret
Years have passed, but let us not forget. that the day will end.
For the dear times are to us, For that is the fate of every day.
like precious stones to the prospector. The sun will rise
He would treasure them all. and then it will set.
Think back on the many days Memories are like dreams
and all that has transpired. of far off places.
Youth, with all of its stumbling They seem so real
has turned to maturity, yet we cannot see them
with all of its challenges. and we sigh within.
When we are smaller But those happy dreams
the world seems bigger. are as real to the heart
When we are taller as anything we see
the world has not lost in the big, wide world
its awesome scale. around us.
But the times roll on Rejoice this day!
without our leave. And it let it not pass
The seasons pass without a remembrance
though we would of what the day means
bid them tarry. before it is past.
And we come kicking and screaming
to the present day, the here and now.
Loose the shackles of the past
but do not forget
what it means.
For we have but one life,
and though it will pass,
we have our memories
to keep us warm
as the days grow cold.