As I grow older,
The winter of life draws nearer,
When I turn to view the days gone by,
The good outcome makes me feel so high.
Life has been very generous,
Celebrations have had many reasons,
Ups and downs, joys and sorrows,
All had their own seasons.
I have no complaints,
And there isn’t anything missing,
Yet at times, a phase stumbles by,
When I want a second chance to fly.
Tempting opportunities, exciting adventures,
So much of energetic youth around,
Makes me want my prime time again,
And young feelings, put my mirror in pain.
These thoughts keep peeping in and out,
On several occasions,
They interfere with the present,
And spoil my peaceful fusion.
Same images sometimes make me ask,
Was I born too early?
Or is this the wrong age?
Where was all this excitement then?
Or am I in the wrong calendar den?
But then, the fact remains,
Sands of time, slip out of our hands,
Leaving behind, footprints of memories,
Though I am not locked in a cage,
But some things are reserved for a special age.
I have had opportunities of my share,
There are others in the queue,
Which is only fair.
Now I am reliving those moments.
In my children, in their talents.
