Treasure Island

Jim Milks

(2/7/1966 / Boston)

Happy Birthday Dad


Happy Birthday to my Dad
There is no ice cream, no cake, no presents to be had
just a silent birthday wish for my Dad
Happy Birthday to my Father
there are no candles, no flowers not on this day nor this hour
just a teary-eyed birthday wish for my Father
Happy Birthday to my Dad
there are no noise makers, or streamers
just a room with one dreamer, one unhappy lad
with a tear in my eye and a song in my heart a simple birthday wish for my dad

Submitted: Thursday, August 30, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 02, 2011

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  • Ijeoma Princess (12/4/2008 6:45:00 AM)

    This birthday poem is lovely the lyrics everything is perfect congratulation ur a true poet there is no doubt. (Report) Reply

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