Rameshwar Yadav
At forty, the clock ticks louder now,
A life once vivid, now wondering how.
The dreams of youth, once burning bright,
Now flicker dim in the fading light.
A career that once soared high and free,
Feels tethered, stagnant, lacking glee.
The weight of years, the unspoken quest,
To balance work, family, and personal rest.
Finances tight, the future unclear,
The dreams of retirement clouded by fear.
Children to raise, parents to tend,
A never-ending loop that seems to bend.
The mirror reflects a face that’s changed,
The body’s decline, the youth estranged.
A battle fought with fading grace,
Trying to outrun time’s quick pace.
Cultural pressure weighs heavy on the soul,
The legacy to leave, the family’s role.
But inside, a whisper calls for more,
To explore, to dream, to open new doors.
The heart is torn between past and now,
The struggle to meet expectations somehow.
But in this crisis, there’s room to grow,
A chance to let new passions flow.
It’s not the end, but a shift in view,
A moment to reinvent, to start anew.
For middle age isn’t just decline,
It’s a space to redefine, to realign.
So let go of the past, embrace the unknown,
For in this journey, you’re not alone.
The middle age crisis—a test, a sign,
To live, to thrive, and truly shine.
