When we are out, "jostle" chasing forever
Rushed off our feet, on the go with workout
After milestones set in blue prints, of plans
And never with, enough time
To look back in mirrors reflection
Until we see a stranger, staring
Made of shadows, that walk beside us
To have become, our transformation
Of sparkles lost, on standby; forgotten
So to strategies set, on quest
You are summoned to give due to "fragrant" smell
To the little things in life's appreciation
Don't be greedy, and steal a candy from the inner child
Remember golden fishes that swim in tanks
Needs feeding, like joys and laughter, food to the soul
Now have you seen my dentures
I left them next to my walking stick
I am in need of more, in "remnant" laughter
nice poem mate, loving the new look, superb :)
ReplyDeleteWow... this one spoke to my heart.. artfully spun
ReplyDeleteI hear ya! The past seems so sparkly, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteLove this poem. Some line stand out for me "Of sparkles lost, on standby; forgotten" and "Don't be greedy, and steal a candy from the inner child" Nice humour at the end as well. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteyes you have to stop to smell the roses. love the humour in the last line.
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