We are all in our youth – a poem

Youth, late teens? Early twenties? Or just birth until 30?

A time to be free, childish, laidback and flirty?

What is youth but just a period filled with unnecessary time frames?

A push for success, the partner, a child regardless of your lane,

To figure it out, to behave,

When you truly understand the value of youth

To enjoy it, to slow down

Gone is your youth,

left is regret and the lines from a perpetual frown

And society informing you there is nowhere now but down.

Youth a construct which must be utilised in moderation,

And a midlife crisis when used passed expiration,

Yet when there is a pressure to live,

How can such a concept exist?

You can probably tell I am in my cursed youth.

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