It's funny how
when we are young
we believe we can do anything.
Our youth has lied to us,
making us think
that we will last forever.
One day we wake up
and realize
that the bed we lie in
has become our new grave.
We thought we had
so many days,
so much time to waste,
and then one day we find
that time has drifted away
like the air between our fingers.
Oct 23, 2022
Oct 23, 2022 at 12:11 PM UTC
It's funny how
when we are young
we believe we can do anything.
Our youth has lied to us,
making us think
that we will last forever.
One day we wake up
and realize
that the bed we lie in
has become our new grave.
We thought we had
so many days,
so much time to waste,
and then one day we find
that time has drifted away
like the air between our fingers.
Thoughts as I approach my 30th birthday. I still remember the first poem I ever posted on this site almost 10 years ago. Time moves so quickly.