I am now a stranger to my own time
My time is now an onlooker.
I see my youth a dancing cricket
On the flowering breast of a rose
I see my youth a flowing river
With music and folksongs.
I see my youth a humming bee
Drinking honey from sweetest flower
I am now a stranger to my own time
Totally unnoticed and unlamented.
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I am now a stranger to my own time My time is now an onlooker... These lines show the reflective images of life.. a very good write for youth and time on their hand and for the faded leaves.. a short span.. well expressed. Rema