Midlife

The young don’t know that it’s waiting on them

while the old know exactly what it is

One day you wake up and stumble on gray

The top of the mountain might be early 30’s, which seems old enough to know you’re not sitting in youth filled mistakes yet still showing the world you’re not old yet

You hear about the middle and you shrug it off

You may or may not realize you’re likely in the prime of life

10 years pass by, age starts to feels like it should and you sit and do the math and wonder where it went

50 is closer than 35.

They call it midlife

Some call it a crisis

The years add up

old is waiting on young

As the years fly