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Progression of Age
As I get older
The nights last longer
And the lights flicker out
But the sky never darkens.
When I was younger
I thought I knew who I was
what I wanted in life
And who I would become.
Currently, however,
I've no clue who I am
Night lasts an eternity
Amidst a pale black sky.
Money does not increase with age,
Nor does happiness, nor sanity,
At this constantly linear rate,
Growing up seems like a bad idea.
Great poem by its construct but.......
to its content I answer don't let self discouragement claim your sphere. What seems mundane and mediocre to you or disappointing could just be the platform your spirit asked for so to propell your physical journey in a way that is more becoming to what the soul needs. I'm sure some of the truly most humbly lived lives glitter bright and golden to the soul who took them on in hindsight. This poem was well constructed truly. I am a fan now! Share more and while you are at it live more and think less about how you are living and try very hard not to permit yourself to feel like you have somehow fallens short of the dreams you had once for yourself. That is such a buzz kill to the self. Smiles, M.
Oh and by the way I added you as a friend so I can read more of your future posts.
Fondly, M.
Good Write
I really like this poem. I found it easily relatable and ammusing at the same time (Your last line made me chuckle). Keep up the good work.