21 (c) Zurrell Loriez 2007

Twenty one is Monday

And today is Saturday

I made plans for Sunday

But the sun won’t shine

While the sunrays burn through my window pane

They do nothing to un-cloud the pain in my heart

Things are getting warmer but life is getting colder

I imagined things would be different by Monday

Maybe I would be more mature

And my life more secure

But things are twenty-one and the same

I feel so damn obscure

I told them I wanted liquor

To indulge in a drunken stupor

A party for family and friends

No need for money or ends

From terrible two

To teen thirteen

I made sixteen

And legal eighteen

And yesteryear there was twenty

Ah, twenty one, and nothing to show for.

The last of the birthdays that stand out

But damn, nothing to show for.

No liquor or family

No party or calls

But I still have my dreams

But they too have failed me

Children are supposed to dream

Not adults

Yet here I am with no accomplishments

But many different faults

Im twenty one now, so why do I still dream?

When will I wake up to the table that God has prepared for me?

I just don’t know

I’ll just drift away today, while there’s two days left

Two days left until I turn twenty one

From today, April 21^st.

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