Birthday PoemsSometimes during birthday parties people want to read out birthday poems. Some write the poem themselves, some have someone else write it with a brief history of the person given for information and others find a generic poem that was written by someone else. However the poem is written, if it relates to the birthday individual, that's all that matters. We at birthday wishes, quotes have gathered some poems for you , hope they will be helpful.
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Here's a birthday spanking, Author Unknown
Birthdays come and go,
Sing a song of birthdays Full of fun and cheer And may you keep on having them For many a happy year. Author Unknown
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Additional Poems:
Here's a posy of flowers, and a basket too,
With birthday greetings all for you.
Author Unknown
As I Grow Old
God keep my heart attuned to laughter
When youth is done;
When all the days are gray days, coming after
The warmth, the sun.
God keep me then from bitterness, from grieving,
When life seems cold;
God keep me always loving and believing
As I grow old.
Author Unknown
Grow old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Who saith, “A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God:
see all, nor be afraid!
Robert Browning
Let Me Grow Lovely
Let me grow lovely, growing old –
So many fine things do:
Laces, and ivory, and gold,
And silks need not be new;
And there is healing in old trees,
Old streets a glamour hold;
Why may not I, as well as these,
Grow lovely, growing old?
Karle Wilson Baker
I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs, where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburmum on his birthday,-
The tree is living yet.
Thomas Hood