At thirty I look at the world differently
I have fewer friends, thousands of fears
I envy my childhood even more
Wish I could take off some years
Here I am, dreams turn cold
New aspirations to keep me warm
A son to protect, a woman to love
Aged parents to care for
At thirty am surrounded with sixty obstacles
Each takes its toil on me
And even though i was born strong
I think the load is not proportional
Here I am, thirty feels sticky
Looking back
All I see is my childhood smile
The future seems to frown at me
At thirty I don't feel older
Because my son looks younger
I can't tell him all my story
He should write his memoir
Here I am, no one to talk to
The walls are tired to listening
The tongue can tell no more
The spirit wouldn't stay quiet
At thirty I feel like a rockstar
Though the rock is taller than me
Thirty feels like a milestone
The miles ahead feels like stumbling block
-Poet Laureate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem