Quarter Life Crisis Poem by Daya Nandan

Quarter Life Crisis



A quarter life crisis is the problem i face,
A struggling 25 year old trying to find his place,
A low paying dead end job in a failing economy,
A life full of responsibilities with minimal autonomy,

My fortune is not as good as my forefathers before me,
They thrived when the economy was good, a life more carefree,
When houses and cars were affordable and education was cheaper,
When suicide rates weren't skyrocketing for the grinning grim reaper,

I am stuck overworked, underpaid and miserable as hell,
While the employees after me are under a contract's spell,
No more guaranteed working posts are available in my field,
Because our reserves are no longer an effective shield,

The youths of our land are headed for dark times ahead,
Times of hardships filled with anger, struggle and dread,
Nothing is guaranteed, everything seems to be falling apart,
Our quarter life crisis is the beginning of our rocky start,

But there is hope for us, that is beyond reasonable doubt,
The answers are there, there is no need to scream and shout,
We know what we must do, we must make the right choice,
So that we can save our future with our soul's patriotic voice!

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