The speed limits of our age,
A humorous tale I shall engage.
Down alleys where children play, my friend.
A time for joy, but our will bend.
Slow, children at play, the age of ten,
and that is the speed limit set by men.
Fifteen years old, a teenage stride,
Yearning for speed, but limits and dreams collide.
alas, the speed limit, our teen spirit restrains,
Fifteen miles per hour, in school zones it reigns.
Now we reach the age of twenty-five,
Around town, the speed of which keeps us alive.
But at twenty-five, we want to flee,
Escape this town and set ourselves free.
Thirty years old, the business district stage,
Where we hoped success would turn the page.
Yet, the reality can be a burdensome load,,
We find ourselves longing for the open road.
At forty or forty-five family outings we plan
Not too far from home, we seek to strengthen the clan
Building memories that we hope will bring them home
When we realize that the kids are already moving on.
Fifty-five miles per hour, a familiar tune,
Traveling between places beneath the moon.
But at fifty-five, do we truly know,
Where we’re headed, or where we should go?
Still, the old song lingers, ever so alive,
“I can’t drive fifty-five,”
then, Seventy miles per hour on the interstate,
But at seventy, we yearn to decelerate.
How ironic, indeed, this stark contrast,
Between age limits and speed amassed.
In our lives, the two dance to a different beats,
As we navigate roads, and life’s winding streets.