From Twenty to Forty

It used to be maybe twenty, 

A mad rush to get to the microwave and then, bathroom

Shuffle food in and maybe a brief second to breathe before you’re on again.

Now?

It’s a calm stroll to the bench; the one that has my name on it, under the watchful eyes of the sun’s rays.

I eat in serenity, breathe in serenity, swinging my legs.

That twenty a distant memory today, for today it’s forty, feels like sixty,

Feels like sixty.

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