Two decades of life passed by <br />deep inside me the decaying thought of destiny is revived. <br />240 months,1680 weeks I've been breathing and living. <br />I'm one of a supernatural breed. <br /> <br />They tried to crush me, but they couldn't touch me.They tried to destroy me, but they couldn't dissolve me. <br />All their struggles to bring me to pain went all in vain. <br /> <br />My poetic life is an investment not to be invaded. <br /> <br />Holding on to my life after my half death, I prosper <br />I evacuated from death's falling towers and rose with more powers until the day I become 240 months old. <br /> <br />Today I honour myself, giving my spirit a reward of Renaissance. <br />Today is a day that I waited my life to see... <br />for this is the day I was born <br /> <br />Happy 20th birthday to myself <br /> <br /> <br />© reserved<br /><br />VUSI CHRIS VENUS MALALA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/240-months-1680-weeks/
