a bundle of joy to the awaiting parents
how supple the baby skin, no teeth but cute all the same
fed, washed, tucked and treated like a King
no worries and no headaches
why can’t I be like the adult, able to make my own decision
no one to control and dictate
why can’t they just leave me alone, I need my space
how can I show my true potential, if you restrict my freedom
what should I care what the world is doing, as long as I am happy
adult
Oh! I wish I was a teenager, the responsibility is too much
mouths to feed, debts to pay, work to complete
day and night and night and day .. work, work, work
I must climb the corporate ladder
golden age
when our eyes starts to squint
and the skin starts to sag and wrinkle.
the tummy swaying uncontrollably
only then we realize that old age has a creepy way of sneaking up on us..
where’s my youthful body, my health, my vision....
If only I can turn back the clock, be a baby all over again..
Is it too late to change? Is it too late to make a difference?
deceased
it’s too late now, the abled body no longer functions,
a lifeless corpse, waiting to be buried
no amount of money in the world can bring us back to life
…ashes to ashes, dust to dust.. It’s time to meet your creator....
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