You asked me to write a poem
For you, as a birthday present
But I'm sorry, dear, it's not that good
Today, it is your birthday
You're turning seventeen
I feel bad because
I can't give you what you really want
I feel bad, I feel cold
I'm so sorry, my dear
But this is the best I could do
For you, today
So with this poem
I bid you a Happy Birthday
I love you, Don't change
But move on and get better
This year, change things around
You deserve the world
But all I can give you is this poem
Happy Birthday.
