Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories

life ends at 25 (slam poetry)

This was a random idea that popped in my head all of a sudden,

While I was scrolling through people's stories, at night,

And I came upon this little caption that said,

Stop assuming life gets over at 25.

And I thought about it for some time,

Then ignored that nagging voice at the back of my mind,

Which wanted to agree and it suggested I find,

And answer to all my problems before I die.

Because life ends at twenty five,right?

High school for four years, getting a degree will take another five,

Getting a job is well, a foreign concept for now,

Otherwise how am I going to caption my photos with 'young, dumb and broke' for twenty likes.

Imagine this,

Getting lost in the woods at night,

With a couple of friends and a pickup truck that's running out of gas,

And you're shivering, your teeth clattering, you're thinking is this how we'll die?

As you hear footsteps on the forest floor and you realise you're just imagining stuff.

And imagine getting drunk on the night you turn twenty five,

And then you realise that you have to meet up with that guy,

Your mother's aunt's husband's sister picked out,

Because come on settling down is all our late twenties are about.

And maybe this is all a bunch of lies,

Because I'm talking about things that have never happened to me,

But they might, they might,

That's assuming I don't die before I'm twenty five.

And you're probably thinking,

What the fuck is going on,

What's that bullshit coming out out her mouth,

All this tension in this room, and it hopefully won't go south.

Because if life ends at twenty five,

What about all those people who find their life's purpose in their forties,

What about those who find the love of their life in their thirties,

What about those in their fifties who've just realised that yes life is worth it.

To all of you partying out late because you're thinking it'll stop after a certain age,

To all of you studying till the wee hours of the morning, skimming over pages after pages,

To all the dreams of having your dream job by twenty three,

To all those pretending to be someone else, just to be free.

Stop assuming life ends at twenty five,

And keep going because your social life doesn't have to end it unless you want it to.

Because all these posts telling you otherwise and just plain rude,

Because it’s your life and you get to choose.

You get to choose.