When I was a kid,
My granda told me stories,
My life was exciting,
And everyone seemed old.
***
When I went to school,
I thought I knew it all,
The world taught me,
How easy it is to fall.
***
Then I went to uni,
Told to pick my life,
And told what I chose,
Would define me.
***
Now I’m 28 years old,
My career has begun,
My life is ahead of me,
And a lot of it is already done.
***
Soon I’ll be 30 years old,
I’ll question everything I’ve been told,
All those who got old,
Are gone and left me alone.
***
At some point I’ll be 67,
And life will start again,
Enter a new stage,
Of retirement and the countdown.
***
Some day I’ll be 80 years old,
My dreams will be cold,
My body will be heavy,
And my life will be done.
***
I’m currently 28 years old,
My life has just begun,
My path is unshaped,
And my plans are not done.

©The Pesky Poet

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