What is an adolescent?
Stare at the faded walls of my old bedroom,
Breathe in the air of my old home,
And I’m a kid again.
What is a grown-up?
Look up at the sky full of stars,
Savour its familiar vastness,
And I’m small again.
What is a professional?
Come back to my old practice room,
Find those sweaty shirts and socks,
And I’m a trainee again.
What is old age?
Rock on the rocker like rocking a swing,
Stretch out my arms to catch the wind,
And I’m young again.
What is the world?
Blue and green, some say, inanimate,
But it lives and breathes for me, changing,
And I’m alive again.
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC
What is an adolescent?
Stare at the faded walls of my old bedroom,
Breathe in the air of my old home,
And I’m a kid again.
What is a grown-up?
Look up at the sky full of stars,
Savour its familiar vastness,
And I’m small again.
What is a professional?
Come back to my old practice room,
Find those sweaty shirts and socks,
And I’m a trainee again.
What is old age?
Rock on the rocker like rocking a swing,
Stretch out my arms to catch the wind,
And I’m young again.
What is the world?
Blue and green, some say, inanimate,
But it lives and breathes for me, changing,
And I’m alive again.
Reminiscing those days