The number 27
In my life, I have found,
Appears to be quite vital,
Its vastness, does astound.
Many things have happened
Their randomness abound,
Things I'd no control over,
Have '27', crowned.
I joined church choir, aged seventeen
At 27, I did meet
The one to be my wife,
She who'd vow to have & hold
For the rest of life.
While on my birth date, were engaged,
On hers, we said "I Do"
She was born, the month of May,
And 27th too.
A few years after we were wed,
Some surgery I'd procure,
February 27th
The scalpel I'd endure.
Quite a few years later
At age of forty four,
27 years I'd worked
In U.K. - not one more.
We migrated to Canada,
Employment found, with cheer
And if I work to 71
'Twill be 27 here.
One client in the commun'ty,
Moved to group home, shed tears,
Got him at age of 27
And served a dozen years.
I well could add on to this list
Be interesting to see
When I reach 27 things,
Would it be the end of me?
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