On My 30th Birthday Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Is about ten thousand,
And nine hundred and fifty eight days!
Since I alighted from a vacuum darker than the coons,
Shielded from the eyes of passing moons,
And the sun whose shadow,
Routinely tarriance on the earth's brow,
Noted the third decade
Of my symbiotic relation,
With all species of plants,
On the face of a soil so dark.

Today, looking back to yesterday,
A day clouded with a medieval memory,
Veiled my eyes from the scenery,
A fragile cry met with a lullabious arm,
But I can see blessings on my palm,
Through the small opening of his fist,
A bairn wrapped with silken fabrics.

Today, looking back to yesterday,
A special day embraced with such joy,
In the heart of a young man,
Seeing the first male chip of him the first time,
Is a day of a legion of butterflies,
Taking the crown of the singing sky,
Looking back with my inner eyes,
It seems I've lived a million years,
Zillion days who went afar,
Seeking to exhume Methuselah,
To ask him how he felt,
If I could feel this way,
On my 30th birthday.