My Twenties

Maybe I’m having the worst time of my life in my twenties.

Maybe the best time of my life is waiting for me to reach to my seventies “when I’m surrounded by the Grandchildren who thinks I’m the best person in the whole world.”

Until then I’m going enjoy my [twenties]

Because when I reach to my fifties – walking towards the end of my career, I don’t want to regret to the life I’ve lived.

I want a smile on the chamber of my chin’ that helped me in reaching sixties; where I can have spent - the money, the dignity, the love; I’ve gathered from the up’s and downs.

And If I could reach to the s e v e n t i e s, I will forgive - the sad twenties, the struggled forties, I’ll acquit my low spirited fifties, that once started to begin with the fall of my career.

Who knows – I’ll reach to my seventies, and have the best time of life.

But if I overreach to the sixties and have got the chance to live my seventies

I would love to write some poetries, would love to paint some sceneries, and maybe I catch this sound from my grandchildren “I’m the best Grandpa in the whole world” while preparing some vinegar-marmalade. I’ll smile on that moment and think - I made it.

But who knows I’ll reach to my seventies - until then I’m going enjoy my twenties, until then I’m going to accept the up’s and downs of my twenties.