Birthday card

The stacks and stacks of work aside
Forget the joy that games provide
leave the post alone outside
A task of which I'll do inside

hearing the hour hand tick past three
the shadows of sleep takes over me
Yet the task I must complete
before I go into retreat

as the flowery pictures are painted into life
leaving empty words in boxes of five
I started to think what should I write
But nothing seems to fit in right

finally at four inspiration at last!
Coming in the form of a plain mirror glass
the final four lines I wrote in a card
that completed the whole entire nine yards

"this card is but an instrument to display,
the greatest beauty of your 20th birthday.
The only sight worth the extra mile
for it is none other than your priceless smile"