Growing Older

I always thought time went by slow
It felt like my first 30 years took 60 years Everything just felt like it moved at a snail’s pace
I wanted to be older so bad that I dreamt about it every night But once I eventually hit 30 time feels like it is in hyper speed Before I knew it I looked at my license and it said I was 38
I hope the next time I glance at my I.D. I’m not 40 Because being over the hill is not promising
It just means that I’m growing older


This poem is about: 
Our world


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