Sandcastles made by little ones
they`v been here since noon
children launch is ready..........
was the call that deserted these castles
looking at these beautiful buildings
thoughts starts flowing in.........
When i grow up, i`ll build a mansion
choice cars and choice girls
daddy you i `ll build a factory
mummy, a super-mart of popular demand
oh time, won`t you fly a bit fast
so age could make me old
Grown now am i, with this phrase in mind
oh how time flies, old with age
and nothing to show forth
don`t dream my dream...vain thinking
dream! do more than dream
plan! do more than plan
pray! do more than pray
work! do more than work
or your may end up saying, it`s daddy`s fault
However long can feelings be pure?
How long we have endured to survive?
So much things we learn to adore
To only have so much left to die
Too much assumption became life we knew
Always too eager to judge before even an outcome
If to believe… will life we know to be real?
Must we all learn contentment if age shall run?
Some grew too old to embrace
Some too young to achieve lesser then to understand
With time… moments given to face
Will there always be a helping hand?
Irony endures… because we need people to judge
No matter age to even determine what’s left
A world left… building to leave only as such
Money’s worth… is it worthy for life’s theft?
Every one way… did we not seek out?
However long we have endured to survive….
Achievements abandon for tomorrow’s doubt
Did we ever have so much before to die…?
I ran after the balloon man, red, blue yellow and purple too.
I suddenly see the car bumper, which did turn my forehead blue.
Rushed in his car, I feel my mother’s warm hands, holding true.
Taken to the hospital, family, doctors and nurses having no clue,
X-rays taken watched day and night, I remember only a faint view.
At the age of five, the first and only memory of what or who.
Pictures of many things before that age, I have seen nothing I knew.
What happened, when my head hit that car, and what did I do.
Memories, before the age of five, taken that mid morning day, flew.
However, un-hurt in any other way, I continued and grew.
The memories I lost, I sometimes miss, but have since bid adieu.
Just maybe this happening was destiny, for my old mind to construe.
I have reached the stage,
That fails to amuse to me.
It is the beginning of old age,
Or so it seems to be.
Like many-I often think it is unfair,
That our youth goes by so fast.
Though I am fully aware,
That youth is not meant to last.
There are many that try to deny it,
But it happens to us all.
Once there--each one of us will admit,
It is youth we enthrall.
So many people say,
“You’re only as old as you feel”.
I say “if it would only stay”,
That would be a heck of a deal.
But within each passing year,
My youth continues to subside.
Until one day it will be crystal clear,
My old age will no longer be able to hide.
Happening almost over night,
Old age will attack.
And I will loose the fight,
Of trying to gain some youth back.
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