The Disheartened Reality

DLewis88

Life's a cruel joke

No matter how you try

You fail, you get left behind

People get greedier and more selfish

You get too old to have fun and be happy

Society doesn't like old folks

They care about young people and money

You can never get your youth back

You can't win or succeed

All you do is fail, fail, fail

 

  • Author: Drew Lewis (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 18th, 2026 14:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: I give up on trying to succeed in life. I have tried for over 25 years to make a name for myself in the art field. None of my attempts works. I fail at everything I do. I'm just a pathetic, 38-year-old man who lives in a small apartment, has a modest retail job, and is trying to get his voice heard in the harsh world of art and literature. I'm a loser. An old, talentless loser.
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  • Caring dove

    I’m sorry you feel so critical towards yourself

    You’ve tried .. prob isn’t your fault . Life can feel hard ..

    Take care

    • DLewis88

      Thank you. I really appreciate that.

    • Syd

      Chin up Drew. I know I'm a total stranger but I'm always here to talk mate. Just send me a message. I'd love to see your artwork.

      Sincerely - Syd

      • DLewis88

        Thank you. That means a lot.

        • Syd

          You're very welcome mate 👍

        • sorenbarrett

          The younger generation upset that the boomers are using too much resources have proposed higher taxes on the old so that they will not be able to afford their houses and that these houses will be made more affordable to the young. A great write.

        • arqios

          Twice as long here and realised lately that it is the art and not the audience that calls the shots, deep within the artist.
          The outward validation can and does drown and it is an ongoing struggle to look within through the outside noise.
          As yet El Dorado of art has not been found. And if it has, then it's kept under wraps and not has not been shared. 🙏🕊️



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