tell me…

are the 40’s better? does life get better? will i get better? the 20’s were one big ball of craziness, driving across country with a gorgeous man, coming back with another…wearing cut-off short-shorts, stripping in the wings for my solo part, commuting at god-awful hours for an 8 am German class…deutch huete…

30’s, full of dragging my bags from this place to that, receiving hand delivered letters driven 400 miles across the state, wasting tons of paper at kodak and xerox, hating that corporate life, putting off school till i finally took the plunge, enrolled and in debt, and still in awe how a cute puppy/kitty face can bring a tear to my eye…

ending 30’s, i’ve thrown out the trash of men, men, men…i’ll never quite be the same…no trust, and a little bit of hate, too many cigarettes, and a little bit of closing off…

if i was the young blooming flower, my eyes green and inviting, idealistic and foolish, i’ve closed up these petals, no fingertips will open.

By franny

ny'er, 80's girl, lover of alternative music, bowie, sylvia plath, jd salinger, and and and...

6 comments

  1. Regarding the 40’s – I’ve found them to be a vast improvement over my twenties and thirties. If it wasn’t for the damned reading glasses, I’d say that everything is better, but I guess I’ll have to settle for saying most things are better.

    If I had it to do over again, I think I’d have gone to vet school at a younger age though.

  2. they say life gets better after 40

    i think i’ve just read in grandmas7 diary and she said the same thing to

    but at the end of the day , like they say… age is only a number

    just a couple of lousy digits…

    Louise

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