Life on time bomb

We are sitting on a ticking time bomb

Everyone is rushing

Everything must be completed

Before one reaches a certain age.

One can’t be a kid after twenty

One can’t be a youngster after forty

One can’t work after seventy

And one can’t live after eighty.

You got to do what everyone is doing

Or this society would not accept you

A life is spent living like everyone else

How many ounce of yourself is left?

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2 thoughts on “Life on time bomb”

  1. That’s a very deep question; asked in the end! Truly, we are so busy being like others that we forget being ourselves. And this emotion is beautifully portrayed through your poem. God bless…

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