ODE: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME" BY MYLISTIC

Heavens be happy,

A child was born,

A mighty pen he held,

A pen so powerful,

Blessed with unending ink.

He aspires to inspire,

He unites hearts,

Though he suffers rejection,

Still his pen gives him comfort,

Seeings others happy makes him spit more.

He is not a doctor, 

Yet he heals broken hearts, 

Finding lost wondering souls, 

As his pen breathes life in one, 

Giving assurance it's not over till you ain't breathing! 

Myles be his name,

Since miles he dey go,

With smiles on his face,

While he outshines the sun,

Yet he still provides shade.

It's his day,

But he doesn't celebrate it, 

May the heavens keep clapping for him,

As blessings rain down on him,

While he starts his new year!

© MYLISTIC MASTER PEN 🖋

20 June, 2023

- Kenya

The poet persona celebrates his day by praising himself for all his encountances in life. He concludes with prayers.