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"27"


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

The bass line, sang so grand,
Then moved away, aged 44,
To live in 'nother land.

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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