Everything is Temporary

I have never felt so old before,

Each day is slipping away from me.

School, work, homework, sleep, repeat.

Am I chasing my tail,

Will this work pay off?

I love my job,

I love school.

Life is

Temporary.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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