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Twenty

Oh to be Twenty again,
Young and carefree.
No bills to be paid.
No worries to have.
Every day a hazy enjoyment.
All my earnings my own.
Daytimes working.
Nighttimes with friends.
Parties and alcohol.
Bed at one am.
Up again at six.
No ill effects and tons of energy.
No pain in my body.
No uncertainty in my mind.
Future was wide open.
Life stretched far ahead of me.
Love of my life walked in.
The distant future was planned.
Life promised to be so rich.

Now at thirty-five.
My love is now my husband.
My house a shambles.
Falling apart around my ears.
Bed at nine pm.
Still up again at six.
Transposed lager for tea.
Money always runs thin.
Work is a chore.
Living hand to mouth.
Confined to a breaking body.
Always so tired.
Strong arms and love binds me.
I'd be nothing without him.
Life did pay out on the promise.
I am rich where it counts.

Snowy

@Snowy

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Comments & Feedback (4)

My life is certainly not like this. Dont be fooled into thinking our age was the same when you were 20. I work more than my dad and bring home less lol!

@iPuss I think you've missed the point. Am I fictionalising your life or anyone else's? I'm fictionalising my own, my own perspective, on my own life. If you cannot offer constructive criticism and instead take a piece of poetry personally - which you've clearly done - you still have a lot of growing up to do. Lol.

Not really it was actually ment in jest. But oh well if you cant really see that its you got your nose out of shape not me. I actually smiled when i read this. I am grown up plenty ta. Im glad you had a great 20 year oldlife but i was meerly pointing out how its not like thatfor our generation. Toodles -Unfollows-

@iPuss LMFAO! Poor attempt at saving face. Bye!

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