Being 32

Karim Khattab

At 32,

little seems new,

for most of what you see

you already knew.

At 32,

your true friends

tun into your crew.

Finally, you realize

you only need a true

few.

At 32,

some troubles accrue.

For some it's a failed marriage,

others two.

But most 

stick to just one boo,

after saying "I do".

At 32,

I feel attached to my past

with superglue.

I know, you knew.

At 32,

some days go by like years

filled with tears.

Missing those

who were near 

and dear.

Now they're

nowhere near

yet, very dear.

At 32,
nothing I just said sounds new.
Perhaps it is to you.

I talk to myself,

I wonder if you do too.

Do you?

Bye now

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