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Close to three decades of blood, sweat and tears of joy
Tears of pain and tears of laughter
Memories of ‘back in the day’, weighed down by an overwhelming sense of underachievement
This, is my quarter life crisis
Still young at heart and young in the face as the doors of opportunity appear to slam shut, hit me in the arse and lock themselves behind me
“If I knew then what I know now”, as I write this apology to my 15 year old self
Filled with regrets, replaying episodes of the past 26 years I take stock of my assets
My health, my family, my friends
Money can’t buy me love and I will repay them all with my successes
So as I write this promise to myself in 5 – 10 years I am consoled by the thought that “Life begins at 40”
That was my quarter life crisis
By George Bradley
My friend has submitted to me his first poem so I thought I would share it with you all, enjoy!
Very well written. Trisha, if he would like to make contributions please feel free to give him my contact information.
ReplyDeleteThank you George for a wonderful contribution!
~ Rayna