Just My Bill

Happy Birthday, Bill - thou art a friend of mine
Yea, truer e'en than the truest friend ; not wit alone flew from your pen;
But dreams of which an age conveys a timelessness upon your page
which, when read by me, brings glimpses of eternity.
Earthy, flawed and by some rendered bleeding by some tongue dismembered
but spoken truly and sincere are still the words I love to hear.