Time passes like a coward that runs from its death,
trampling over me, marking me with its dirty shoes,
each day aging me more and more, like an overused notebook
collecting experiences, memories and sadness on my pages.
Twenty and four of earth’s years have inhabited this body,
they have laid me to bed each night and have woken me
in mornings when I thought they would not come at all,
they have been friend and foe, a blessing and a damnation.
Twenty and four years have passed through me
and I think of all of them that I have spent
drying my eyelashes of their tears in the warm sun
as I watched my expectations crumble before me.
Almost nine thousand afternoons have come to greet me
and have shared their sunsets with me,
though I must admit most I have unappreciated
with the unnecessary blinding distractions of life.
Four and twenty twelve-month periods have
decided to paint a few gray hairs on my brown locks,
have made me a little wiser as they pass,
I have grown, may it by force but I have.
Time passes like a coward that runs from its judgement,
a thief that steals youth from the innocent,
a villain that plots evil to the ones starting to live.
Twenty and four years have come and gone…
…a recollection of incidents that sum up to me
Today is my 24th birthday