During one of the dog walks, the sky became a mirror and as I reflected, the cloud burst, showering words which I wove into this poem ‘Reflections’. Have you looked at your rear view mirror of life? Curious to know what you saw …
Reflections
Posts tagged ageing
Time (or Reversal of time)
When I was young time was twenty four All hours active, life very festive Studies sometimes odious, games never tedious Friends, food and fun, not enough time under the sun Now that I am older, it seems to be forty two Why so, I have no clue Lot more to juggle- Family, work, friends and community Cannot wiggle, all accomplished with certainty When I was young Time seemed be shrinking Becoming scarce everyday Making my…