by Chris Butler
You’re never too old
for teenage angst.
Twentysomethings
throw temper tantrums
over nothing,
and thirty is
when it’s time to
settle down.
Forty is the new thirty
but fifty is still
half of a century,
and too late for
midlife crises.
But when you have to
breathe with machines
and eat through tubes,
you will still want
to scream.
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"Ain't that the truth!" Once, an adult, twice a teenager, to misquote.
ReplyDeleteSuch plain words, and simple, but so true.
I really like this poem, sticks like gum to the inner teeth.