34

Soon I will be 34.
I used to be 24.
34 is not that far off from 24.
Yet, when I was 24, the world
seemed to offer so much more.

When I look back at my life,
it seemed as though,
everything I touched
turned to gold.

Do I write this poem
to get sympathy?
No!
Do I write this poem so I can wine a little?
I don’t know, maybe. I guess so.

All I know is, my life hasn’t turned
out the way I wanted it to,
the way I used to imagine it would,
back when I went to school.

I remember a time when I was young,
I found myself living over in Portland.
I liked my life better, when I didn’t live in ‘the couve.’
I don’t know, maybe, it’s because I was in the right groove.

When I was young, I was going to college and
I was moving in forward motion.
Why my life has turned out the way it has,
I haven’t the faintest notion!

In Portland, people seemed more passionate,
more charismatic.
In Vancouver everyone’s a ‘thinker,’ they are
more systematic.
Maybe, it’s not Portland I prefer to Vancouver,
maybe it‘s the past, when everything was newer.

I guess what I’m saying is: I would like a different life!
But, I guess it’s all anguish and different levels of strife!
For, we can not change the past!

No! It stay’s where it is!
But, what we can do,
is have today and choose to live.

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