Midlife (19)

Living, it used to be fun,
now I feel I’m caught in it.
No faith in liberation,
indifferent for tomorrow.
Living, it used to be sun,
idle, what I sought in it.
Past the stage of frustration,
experiencing it hollow.
Living, it can be undone,
though before I fought for it.
But I’ll bide my duration,
won’t give my kids the sorrow.
Living, it used to be fun,
now I feel I’m caught in it.



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