My Birthday

                                                        This is the Day


This is the sort of day
I should like to wrap
In shiny silver paper
And only open when It’s raining.
This is the sort of day
I should like to hide
In a secret drawer to which
Only I have the key.

This is the sort of day
I should like to hang
At the back of the wardrobe
To keep me warm when winter comes,

 

This is the day
I should like to last forever.

This is my birthday.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Hats off to you genius sir..............

Great Mind' person

A fiction story