Boy looks six, Girl looks four,
I was once six, I was once four,
Young and fresh and not a bore,
All of us were once before,
Unless we find the fountain of youth,
There is none, but one truth,
Once I was hot, now I have to thaw,
I can't escape the Aging Law.
Copyright Philo Yan August 29,2012
We can't escape the Aging Law. But with the arrival of internets, ipod, iphone etc make us to feel why we were born earlier. Very good theme for this poem. With simple words, in simple style, you present your ideas elegantly in simple poems.
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I sometimes feel that I was born in the wrong era. Not about the advancement in technologies or communications but the high crime rates. The world is now not safe anymore. We use to have honest and trusting people in our days. Our parents and we could be the last generation who belong to this group. Thank you Rajendran for sharing.