After turning thirty-one years old, I realized that not only were my twenties were no more, but I was now steadily heading directly into my thirties...Only up from here (I guess). Now was the time to actually implement all the information I had gathered through those fun, tumultuous years of process, progress, regress, and constant impress and re-imprinting of my twenties. Feeling sorrow and nostalgia for those all those twenties, (wasn't twenty, and twenty-one fun?! Twenty-four too!) I decided that in memory of that decade of decision and drama, I would write a smartcastic, however, never insincere poem so I may remember all my realizations during the progression of the quick, and quickly increasing, numerical process of my twenties.
Into the 30's too much fun.
Not like 30 wasn't a shock.
Just by the digits-running the clock.
Into your twenties, quickly comes 24
(Early 20's bye-bye, try hard not to cry).
MID-twenties at 25, early 20's out the door.
But, the kicker comes at 26,
when the late 20's come give you a kiss,
In just two years, the early years leave,
and the "lates" come along.
"What?! At 26 I'm now in my LATE twenties?"
This is not really a sad song,
since now at 31...
into my 30's...
(sure to pass as quickly as my 20's...)
Soon to be long gone.
May I always remember my past, to proceed through my future with knowledge.
*This poem is dedicated to those who have also lost their twenties.
