Age

At eighteen years of age

the world is your stage.

Loud music and bright lights

call you out into the night.

At thirty years of age

you start to feel a little rage.

The world is not always great

as you start to question your faith.

At fifty years of age

the world is like a cage.

You wonder is this it

as you begin to submit.

At eighty years of age

feeling the effect of life’s rampage,

you ask yourself was it worthwhile

as you and your faith reconcile.

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