Author Frederick Adam Wright At your board on your birthday the senate reclines,And many a knight in your company dines.Each guest gets a crown when the banquet is done:And yet people say you are nobody's son. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments