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Twilight

Is it today now or yesterday still?
Is it time already for morning pill?
hazy light filters in through the window,
as crimson gathers over distant hill!

Can’t tell early dawn from the evening glow,
for me time stands still and the day is slow,
from downstairs sound of kitchen plying food,
my rumbling hunger signals time to go!

I walk in to dinning hall, panelled wood,
smiling faces greet me as sweet as could,
Coffee, bread, favourite jam and honey,
they wish me a morning, morning so good!

Some days I get visitors too many,
Some other days there are hardly any,
young girl comes often with two little tots,
When daughter’s name fails you, it’s not funny!

My son is very tall has grown so smart,
Like his dead mother very good at heart,
He brings little ones to play with grandpa,
they ride on my back playing horse and cart!

flickering thoughts..how memory ages raw,
life as it flows has to obey time’s law,
yet Love finds a way to overcome this flaw,
Love finds a way to overcome this flaw!

Written 06/August/2020
Honourable mention
Sponsor Brian Strand
‘Strand New any form any theme(18)’ Contest
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Dietrich Avatar
August 8, 2020 at 12:03 PM
this is so sweet and nostalgic, Krish. Thanks for the read. Congrats on the winner list.
Radhakrishna Avatar
August 8, 2020 at 1:24 PM
Thanks Andrea! Plight of many elderly who live in care homes! Love them and let them stay with you as much as possible!
Wolf Avatar
August 7, 2020 at 5:54 AM
Nice rubayiat, Krish! I enjoyed your muses... As for me, the days too often melt together, but I can differentiate dawn from dusk -- so far! lol. Thanks, Gershon
Radhakrishna Avatar
August 7, 2020 at 7:47 AM
I am sure you can Gershon, sharp and witty as you are! It is for those unfortunate few who can’t and as Tom says in God’s waiting rooms! Thanks, and stay happy and cheerful as always, Gershon!
Cunningham Avatar
August 6, 2020 at 2:36 PM
The not so nice part of getting old Krish, have been in a few care homes, its pitiful to see. God's waiting room they call it. You painted a true picture in your verse. Tom
Radhakrishna Avatar
August 6, 2020 at 2:42 PM
Thanks Tom! I hope we don’t meet that fate and I have made sure my parents were with family and loved and cared for!
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