Today is my 79th birthday.
My learning process ended last night,
After seventy-eight long, very long years.
Today, when I woke up,
I had no burden to carry forward,
I felt light and free.
I realized that all the book learning I did
That I had wasted a large part of my life,
I did not learn anything new to pass on.
Today, at the break of dawn,
I discarded those years favouring the ease
I wished to enjoy
So, I took stock of the years at my disposal,
I found I hardly had the time to enjoy
The balance portion of my life.
I did not open a new chapter to read,
I threw away the book of my life
That I did not find engaging.
I sat down expecting no miracles,
In real life, there are no miracles other than
The relieving end of life,
And there are no gains either.
I could afford to close my eyes.
Monday, April 5, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: introspection