Great at thirteen
You became great at merely just thirteen.
Success, that's what your life really mean,
Your intelligence, scares their crowd thin.
Hating your great achievements, a grave sin
Your good look, the best that has ever been,
Your greatness troubles them like a strong gin,
It's with cups of favours, your blessings drink,
Today is yours, by those with brains to think.
Praising your good deeds, the best real thing.
Your birthday songs, the heavens proudly sing,
Loads of happiness, what your presence brings,
Your wisdom wears you golden crowns of kings.
Goodness, what your whole life really mean,
Your kindness, the best any eyes have seen,
You live a life full of many great wins,
Your enemies dwell only in your bins,
Copyright © Maclawrence Famuyiwa | Year Posted 2024
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