927: Long March

Life is like a long march,
You start with your parents and siblings,
Soon neighbors join you, relatives and friends,
As you proceed the set keeps changing,

Innocent friendship of the middle school,
Naughty crazy acts and being called fool,
The high school and the awakening,
The first crush, drool and the teasing,

Sophomore days and its freedom,
Graduate days burdens you with responsibility,
Also the sufferings from rivalry and insecurity,

Once working, you are struck by the life’s reality,
Love you look for also seek to love,
Some get, many don’t, of this rare commodity,
Marry, live life, get a family of your own,

Profession, growth, money,
Settlement and possession,
Let not love be lost and
Something else become obsession,
Those childhood friends gone,
Different people roam your life,
Some feel achieved few others lost,

This phase is too long,
With milestones your own,
The chosen few are very successful,
The failures are stark,
Rest of us just live to die,
None of those you were born with,
Would there be to say goodbye.

(April 30,2007)

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