Grow Grow... Poem by Manu Kranth Chary

Things diminish as you grow,
They now seem small at your brow,

Glowing sands were diamonds ago,
They seem to you cheaper now.

Cards and boards were treasures to you,
Loads of gold replacing now.

Things peculiar you have collected,
Now you give them a glare and go.

Standing fence was a barricade,
You jump and cross it now.

Your friend’s article in your bag,
You felt extremely uneasy.

Misplacing things of cost and yield,
Is now no big deal you feel.

Yes Now I Understand from,
The quest of my questions that,
Priorities change with Time.