The thorn’s prick no longer evokes a long-drawn sigh
The most intriguing question no longer evokes a curious little ‘why’
Satiated as I am, with life’s joys and sorrows
I am no longer concerned with waiting for the morrows.
Once I was young, ah, once I was young,
Once I was humble, and once highly-strung
Life then for me was sheer enchantment and joy
It lasted much longer than an unbreakable toy.
Today, I sit back and reflect on the past
Which was boundless, corner-less, and oh, so vast
Now my day is filled with dreams of yester-years
Which still a slow, but responsive nerve, stirs.
Gone are my days, gone with the wind
I was not very virtuous – I know I had sinned
My memory like a rubber-band stretches on and on
Until a loud bang tells me that my lovely days have gone.
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Brilliant!!!
'Satiated as I am, with life’s joys and sorrows
I am no longer concerned with waiting for the morrows.
Once I was young, ah, once I was young,
Once I was humble, and once highly-strung
Life then for me was sheer enchantment and joy
It lasted much longer than an unbreakable toy.
Today, I sit back and reflect on the past
Which was boundless, corner-less, and oh, so vast'
thank you so much for your encouraging and motivating comments. i truly appreciate them
I loved this, flowed beautifully.
thank you so much for your appreciation
I mean wow, that first line, "The thorn’s prick no longer evokes a long-drawn sigh" is so dulcet. It truly evokes images and your wistful yearning is felt. I hope you at least were able to enjoy your youth days to the fullest. The golden years are also wonderful.
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