As years go by
I look back and sigh
Not for my hair which has now turned grey
But for what could have been done in a better way
Not for the eyes tipped with crow’s feet
But for those deadlines I didn't meet
Not for the dry, sun tanned skin
But for those prizes I never did win
Not for the slowed down hobbling gait
But for those I preferred not to wait
Not for the fingers frail and bent
But for those moments in vain I spent
It's not the last
I'm not lost
Years gone by are never a waste
One life at a time I'm given to taste
If not now there is always the next
A wish, a hope, of being the best
Lifetime upon lifetime is given to surmise
To become wise, remise, and break ties.
Pepal Tree
16.05.2011
16.05.2011
