Dean

So my best mate Dean is now 35,
That means he's passed onto an era that is called Midlife.
Must say it's a pity that he can't be here,
Having a few laughs and drinking some beer.
But the best things come to those who wait,
Even though knowing you, I know you'll be late.
But in all honesty and this is sincerely felt,
This year would've killed had it not been for your help.
You're such a good man. Genuine, selfless and caring,
You always give a shit about how others are faring.
I'll always be here whenever you need me,
Even if I'm stressed out, I'll make sure that I'm free.
Because to me, you honestly mean a lot,
And all your kindness will never be forgot.
You are honestly 1 of a kind,
And I'd see your good nature even if I was blind.
People might think I'm queer writing you a poem,
But I love you to bits so basically fuck em.
I'm a tad skint so for your Birthday all I can say,
Is that I love you and I hope you have a nice day.