Life Gets Boring-Then You Die Poem by Biff McGuire

Who am I? I’m not so sure
I used to be the renegade
Representing more than once
A row of bad decisions made

Now it seems I’m not the one
That mother warned you all about
Has time caught up and neutered youth?
And forced my hand; to “mellow out”

And why do chances seem so much
Like chances that I shouldn’t take?
The thrill’s no longer such a thrill
And laughing hard is only fake

Love that seemed so never ending
Ended quite some time ago
Excitement that was so breath-taking
Hopped a train that runs so slow

Now in the tunnel looking out
The end is finally in sight
Regret is strong as guilt sets in
And we all travel toward the light