The Reason

Days, months and years to all are special, Because the rate of occurrences are spatial, A deliberate art of super human, To propel celebration of event and man, Even those that are tragically comic. We hold high birthdays for they are annual crops, Centurys' first day is sold in a rare kiosk ain't shops, A new day in a decade is ten years, Is 1992 calender not as same as 2020 and coming years? That is also the beauty of leap days. While some celebrate as... God and geographers bring mine not like ass, For I was bore, once in four annuals, A deep day to find in several biannuals, As unique as a unicorn. My birthday, like a sanctuary, Privileged, get it not a mortuary, We are those born on February 29th, Count in fours from 1804 to 2020th, Should we not celebrate a unique year?