My birthday boy!

Can hardly believe he's seven today!



I found this little poem on the Internet....


Breezy!

When you're seven,
every day is heaven.
No bills to pay,
you can play all day.

Sure there's school,
but some day's it's cool.
Playing with friends,
and writing with pens.

Being seven is not being eight.
Then you'll have to pull your weight.
For now you can take it easy,
when you're seven, life is breezy!

by Angela Rose