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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Well written.
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