Bard Pablo Birthday's Song

What, in your own mind, you do think you lack, Within thy sensational loneliness-- Truly energize luck and got your back, To promote thy risk in times, coziness. Then each and every of your lovely fear, Creates the globe with an enormous home. Surely, of a great deal, becomes so dear A lorry pen drives where shining hearts roam... May blank pages cease not-- thy gunny bag; Supplying the pride of your heart with clues, Pen punches so hard to raise the world's flag. To place pleasing mags, setting minds amuse. Your day of the year is of heritage; Deifying your grace and works, great homage.