Not long now,
Not long at all,
It will soon be here,
And I’m dreading it.
Age is but just a number they say,
But it’s not.
It’s a societal marker of where your life should be.
A pivotal pointer for how well put together your life is,
Or isn’t as is the case with myself.
I imagined a rather different life path by now.
The white picket fence playing a prominent feature,
With financial security a given,
And new life blossoming,
But that dream lies dormant in the wastelands.
25 is not old in the grand scheme of life,
However raw that age made my failures seem.
Age is but just a number they say,
But it most definitely is not.
