Age is not about counting quantum minutes
Moving each day with a ending!
Every morning assuming to be a new brand
And collaborate with present and past:
Growing height and enhancing features that makes fit for a vision.
Not the puffiness of face or blowing of skin cells,
It's not defined by the weights!
Further experience don't stay as a sign
Let's recall a teen can be a genius mind
If the core alter with passage of time
And new logics grew up defining new way of life
That's when you realise it's been ages
Since I first dreamed of a happy life!
But that a pause
And not the childhood imagination remains stuck with hallucination
But the reality proves how we age old
And our way depends totally on the moves
At the end of night , we still imagines how this age last ?
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Author:
Monhyung (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: With aging , different perspectives of the same way of life came up and each time it's something different how we look at our age!
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
Age related to time and time intertwined with motion. A motion that can only move in one direction. Nicely written.
Thought-provoking, Monhyung...there’s something poignant about looking back at what we once imagined life would become and comparing it with the person experience has actually shaped. Perhaps aging happens as much in those changing understandings as it does in the body. Much enjoyed, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Oh! great to hear that. 😊
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