I was 18, like,
three years ago,
it felt like 43 was such a
long way away,
where did I go between
there and here, who did
I talk to, what did I
accomplish, who did I
love on that journey,
it seems like I remember
less and less,
more and more,
aren’t they all supposed
to be golden years, ones
you cherish for all time
— GB
loved your poem I have written one from my own perspective being now 75! keep on writing