The speed limits of life and limits of age
Miles and years in parallels I shall engage.
Down alleys where children laugh and play,
Joy abounds, but rules guide the way.

Slow, children at play, the age of ten,
and that is the speed limit set by men.
Ten miles an hour, where youth runs free,
A gentle pace for boundless energy.

At fifteen, a teenage spirit takes flight,
Yearning for speed, yet bound by what’s right.
In school zones, dreams are kept in chains,
Fifteen miles per hour, where caution reigns.

Then twenty-five, in towns we reside,
A steady pace to keep dreams alive.
At twenty-five, the urge to flee,
escape this town ad be truly free.

By thirty, ambition takes the stage,
In business districts, we turn life’s 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, the open road’s tune,
Wandering beneath the light of the moon.
Yet at fifty-five, do we really know,
Where we’re headed, or where we should go?

Still, the old song lingers, ever alive,
singing “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.
Truly humourous, the contrast we see,
Between life’s ages and velocity.

So we travel these roads, each bend and beat,
Navigating years and life’s winding streets.
For the limits we face, both in age and miles,
bring us stories to tell, that are full of smiles.