I’ve turned twenty-seven
An ominous age
If you like Jimi Hendrix
And Kurt Cobain
When I woke up this morning
The first thing I heard
Was that thousands had died
When an earthquake occured
Despite these ill omens
The future looks bright
I’ve grown this past year
My ideal self’s in sight
So I won’t stay forever
I’ll turn twenty-eight
And keep moving forward
To my own unknown fate
A Life in Poems 