Jan 2018
Never noticed Time fly
Beautiful springs and autumns passed me by,
Fooling and goofing around with naive eyes
I didn't know how to whistle at twenty-five.
Life greeted me in a suit and a tie
And introduced you with a hue and a cry.
As lightning struck my heart, I swear I died.
And you were me and I was you till thirty-five.
You used to be beautiful as the sky.
Your fount of allure has run dry.
Your nagging has sapped my strength to be nigh.
You smothered my song at forty-five.
To mourn your demise I did try.
To be happy, I learned to live and let die.
Not giving a **** about wives and wifis,
I started whistling at fifty-five.
Beautiful springs and autumns passed me by,
Fooling and goofing around with naive eyes
I didn't know how to whistle at twenty-five.
Life greeted me in a suit and a tie
And introduced you with a hue and a cry.
As lightning struck my heart, I swear I died.
And you were me and I was you till thirty-five.
You used to be beautiful as the sky.
Your fount of allure has run dry.
Your nagging has sapped my strength to be nigh.
You smothered my song at forty-five.
To mourn your demise I did try.
To be happy, I learned to live and let die.
Not giving a **** about wives and wifis,
I started whistling at fifty-five.
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The first draft of this poem is a bit sad. I usually come up with a second one to make it's tone lighter. Here's the original :
Never noticed Time fly
Beautiful springs and autumns passed me by.
Longing for a hug with pleading eyes,
I didn't know how to whistle at twenty-five.
Promised life from up on High,
I saw dreams and people die.
I did nothing but cry and cry;
Forgot about whistling at thirty-five.
People I yearned for were distant as the sky.
Traded ideas of the ideal for company and lies.
Founts of Hope running dry,
Didn't want to whistle at forty-five.
To make peace with it all, I did try.
To live, I learned to let go with a sigh.
Understanding not the what and the why,
I learned to whistle at fifty-five.
{I wrote this when I was 25 - two years ago but haven't posted it. Feels good to be back here again}
The first draft of this poem is a bit sad. I usually come up with a second one to make it's tone lighter. Here's the original :
Never noticed Time fly
Beautiful springs and autumns passed me by.
Longing for a hug with pleading eyes,
I didn't know how to whistle at twenty-five.
Promised life from up on High,
I saw dreams and people die.
I did nothing but cry and cry;
Forgot about whistling at thirty-five.
People I yearned for were distant as the sky.
Traded ideas of the ideal for company and lies.
Founts of Hope running dry,
Didn't want to whistle at forty-five.
To make peace with it all, I did try.
To live, I learned to let go with a sigh.
Understanding not the what and the why,
I learned to whistle at fifty-five.
{I wrote this when I was 25 - two years ago but haven't posted it. Feels good to be back here again}
(M/India)
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