A new year
Adding a number to the age
One year less to go
The life is so unpredictable
Mortality is real.
This could be my last
Isn't it a thought
The end will be my new beginning
Won't it be beautiful
A start with a finish.
It has been a year
And the day is back
A constant reminder
Of a time before when I didn't exist
But then I appeared
To be a speck of universe
So very tiny part.
The day after the day
Is a withdrawal,
No greetings, no messages,
Just left over piece of cake,
But here is the reminder
Call this friend,
It is his birthday now.
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
A new year
Adding a number to the age
One year less to go
The life is so unpredictable
Mortality is real.
This could be my last
Isn't it a thought
The end will be my new beginning
Won't it be beautiful
A start with a finish.
It has been a year
And the day is back
A constant reminder
Of a time before when I didn't exist
But then I appeared
To be a speck of universe
So very tiny part.
The day after the day
Is a withdrawal,
No greetings, no messages,
Just left over piece of cake,
But here is the reminder
Call this friend,
It is his birthday now.
