During a poetry contest, we were given a random topic and were asked to think up something within 5 minutes and were given 10 minutes to write it down. My topic was "41" and this is what I came up with.


41...

How I curse the day I turn 41,

A sudden end to my youth and all the fun,

The mirror taunts me as the days go by,

And the wrinkles keep sagging under my eye,

A mark of another year it might,

But in my life it brings about yet another night,

Lord how I'm hit with fright,

When I see my friends,

And their twenty-year-olds squeal with delight,

As if seeing me still single is such a sight,

Never giving life a chance,

I never took what life had to offer,

And now as the clock ticks by,

I'm stuck with my own little lie,

That I'll live a life full of fun,

That I'll never turn 41....



Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2010-11-11 at 12:04

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John Ashleigh
They say '41' is the new 21. :)

I think that to write this within 10 minutes is rather impressive.

John.
2010-11-11