My Life, my story,
Like a play on stage
A book with a tale
Year for me, for you just a page.
The first few ones
Day's innocent, beautiful age
But times get hard,
were destined to rage.
In teens imagined
Bird trapped in a cage
Who dreams about freedom
Feathers all white with a little beige.
Twenties spent, in tests n struggles
Came of age, can measure n gauge
limits and restrictions, are all in your head
Its Liberation Day, on my 30th page.