Midst 30's Birthday Poem by Ludovik Celaj

The day i turned 35 year's old
i got so angry and depressed
after just a litle thought of fear
of how quickly i was getting old
than i wanted to not believe it
with so many unfullfilled wishe's
with dream's that faded untrue
and looking at my silver hair
like a guitar string's of music
but psychologically i could'nt hide it
the bitter truth of the reality that is a fact
stamped all over my hill's of pale bottoc's
hidden underneath my labeled rug's
where nobody can pull out a wax
without the owner's permition
for the dinasty to be revealed
within any kind of acting gesture's.