50

When my dad was 50 he owned a big white house.

He had 2 children and a wife and a car and a college were he lectured.

He had written 2 books , worked with professors and been published in many languages.

He was a stalwart of the church with an unshakeable faith in God and a certainty of the future.

Now I am 50 and I still wear the jeans I wore at 18.

I listen to music I work in a warehouse, I have a wife who hates me and we have no one.

I live from pay cheque to pay cheque and my car is older by the day.

We live in a rented house on a monthly contract I juggle debits and credits and I fail.

I am 50 but I am a child .

When do we grow up when when