Twenties: A Poem

Twenties – a poem.

‘When it’s not your day, your week, your month’

That’s what they sang in Friends.

That’s what your twenties were meant to be like.

I’ll tell you it’s not my day –

I hope it’s not the same for the bloody decade.

 

I’m trying to find a flat,

that won’t bleed me dry.

Trying to make a living and save,

but my car just died.

 

I’m pretty damn fed up,

with the lies we were told.

Get a degree, you’ll be so much better off,

Really pal? I’ll get a mortgage when I’m a 40-year-old.

 

Some of my friends are getting married

Others of them have kids.

Meanwhile, I have alcohol and cheese

as the basics in the fridge.

 

If my twenties are the best

I want a refund.

I’m almost halfway through

so, when does this get fun?

 

 

 

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