This Age

'Tis a precarious age this - Twenty five,

Should I behave as a boy? Or have I grown into a man?

Shall I try to get the best out of the two worlds?

Should I try to act matured as far as I can?

'Tis a crazy age this - Twenty five,

you think my juvenile heart will learn - but no he won't.

He dreams of someone special, fathering false hopes,

he still dreams of that walk in the woods, with a hand to hold.

'Tis a confusing age this - Twenty five,

as I try to forget about all those bridges I broke,

And those friends I ignore for no fault of their own.

I see their lives reflected on other people's wall,

I wonder how things would be if I gave them a call.

'Tis a scary age this - Twenty five,

as I compare lives with my accomplished peers,

their jobs, their loves, and the growth in their careers.

My resume of Life, may still look empty,

But hey, I am just Twenty-five. The life ahead is aplenty!