Humans are flesh and blood,
But some are iroko and pulp.
Others are merely airs and surds,
So directionless and tactless,
As they lived to just pass earth.
But I know a son that became a sun,
A right born that turned a light burn-
ing to illuminate the paths of some.
Bloomy iroko shading from the sun!
I know a wind that blows much bliss;
That enoigh to enliven rescinding wits.
Shines hot to fire zeal and whimsical vim
To do the unimaginable and awe inspiring!
He is an unceasing tornado of life,
Breathing just to see others alive.
Man as an angel of light and life,
Wise to be called a god that suffice
To make earth worth all the while!
I know a man of virtue and splendor,
One worth all the penny and honor
To whom impart is worth living for
And impacting is worth dying for!
This day, the stars made from his skies
Rejoice at the dawn of his glorious birth.
The many moons of his beautiful planets
Shine forth in glare to this firmly adduce:
You are a man that is a god!
You are a man truly living!
You are a man to immortalize!
Bless the womb that birthed you!
Happy birthday Dr Ken!
© Ben James
? love you sir!