It all started the day you were born.
The nurses all stared, dumbfounded.
There was something very different
In the way you looked and sounded.
The twinkle in the eye all babies have
Was just a little bit brighter in yours
And your cry wasn't a baby's, either.
It was more like twenty lion's roars.
The charge nurse, who had seen it all,
Said, "He'll be a great man someday.
I can always spot the raw ingredients
And this boy has them all on display."
And dang it if that old nurse wasn't right!
You've got the right stuff, and it shows.
You put what Sinatra called "zap and zing"
Into every story and poem you compose.
And if greatness is measured in talent,
Or in friends who think you're the best,
You're great in every sense of the word
For we who know you are truly blessed.
Happy Birthday, John. Thanks for all your encouragement here over the years, and your friendship. I hope all your dreams come true this year.
Mark

I hope you're doing well these days.



Thank you for sharing and best wishes in the contest.

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Super cool. I enjoyed reading this and so would everyone, am sure. Thankyou again Mark. This was an awesome response from your side.

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