Sometimes I ponder why
time no longer moves slowly
Every step I take forward
Is practically a step backward
Day seems to finish to soon
Before I know it Sun changes to the moon
Night is weary and wakeful
Providing no rest for the body or soul
As a child everything was fascinating
Each object was new and captivating
Sleeping and dreaming of fairies and castles
slaying dragons, meeting talking animals
Now sleeps for many is elusive
to call it one has to be cultivative
Popping pills is a norm for some
for others its counting sheep till sleep will come
Sometimes I wish I was much younger
Though i am not that much older
During youth nothing is unavailable
And also nothing was unattainable
Time though fleeting is still on my side
but impediments do slow my stride
Being cautious, strong and etc thrown in
Sometimes I really wish i was young again
renukakkar 15.9.2011
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you.....time does not wait but we should try to keep pace with it