THE TWENTIES WE ARE.

In the depths of my twenties, a longing heart I bore,

Not just for sadness, but dreams beyond, I yearned for more.

To the man above, I'd whisper desires in earnest plea, With hope that one day, my dreams would unfold and set me free.

I questioned if the fantasies that danced within my mind, Of riches, joy, and boundless love, would ever be aligned. Would I be a mere wanderer, with a degree in hand, Trapped in the cycle of life, as grains through an hourglass's sand?

Or will my dreams take flight, like eagles soaring high, With a degree, a stepping stone, to touch the limitless sky? A job that's not just work, but a passion shining bright, Where I'd employ others with open hearts, empowering their light.

I dreamt of vacations painted on the canvas of my soul, Experiences woven in time, making my spirit whole. A house of dreams, brick by brick, built with love and care, A sanctuary to call my own, a space beyond compare.

But as I pondered on these thoughts, uncertainty held sway, A voice within whispered gently, guiding my soul's display. For life's journey knows no map; it twists and turns with glee, Yet through the highs and lows, my dreams shall always be.

The key to finding happiness lies not in wealth alone, But in cherishing each moment, like seeds to dreams, they're sown. With a degree or not, the essence of my worth lies deep, In touching lives, embracing love, and the promises I keep.

So, whether I rise to greatness or follow a different trail, I'll cherish every heartbeat, embracing joy and sail. For life is but a tapestry, a canvas yet unfurled, And within each aspiration, lies the magic of our world.

IRENEBOADITHEPOET.