This epitaph— the grave beats with silence
betweeen the lines, signature of me be read
Now a second childhood's play—
for heaven was created before death.
I am a child again
I know no loss or gain
Oft oblivious of pain
Till I conscious regain.
Do I wake or sleep,
I see the stars weep
As they crackers peep,
Am I awake or asleep?
I giggle and lauugh at the sight
Of rockets of music Fountains bright
Alzmiers benumbs my plight
Yet I have heavenly insight.
No need of ball or satchel
My grandchildren play beetle
Climates hot or cold lethal
Our food comes from hotel.
Thunder lightning and rain
Sounds of toppling towers reign
Sky is filled with smoke and sign
Of corpses and mutilated mein.
Tear glands are dried up
Once I fell to get up
With ease I sat up
Fell me, I'll not get up.
I see my saviour's Rood
Crushing the Serpent's hood
With words of hope does He feed
Breaking not the bent Reed !
I go out in hood
My strength is not good
Wobbles the ground I stood
Is it second childhood ?
When I go for a morning walk,
For I found myself fresh & smooth,
In case I’m in an attitude to talk
I’ll pick away a youth.
I'd ideally chat with a youngster
Of an energetic age
Than to chat in the high-sanctuary class
With a school’s sage.
I’d love the scramble of extravagant hand
That carefully sticks;
It is mature enough I grasp
‘Why life is so tough’, I should not ask.
I love the drone of little tongue
Moreover, trusting in the eyes;
These are the joys that keep me young
As daylight kicks the blue skies.
For as to second childhood
I gently drew it close
With a happy heart to see it why
We are reborn in our adulthood.
befuddled bewildered,
memory muddled;
perplexed then puzzled
as clarity contracts
and cataracts
Marriage is like your childhood
And learning to tie your shoe
Your wife is like your mother
Telling you what to do
She picks out your clothes every day
And says when you can watch tv
She even buys your underwear
How embarrassing this can be
She makes you eat your vegetables
Even those nasty peas
You try to feed them to the dog
And hope she never sees
She makes you take out the garbage
Just like your mama did
It brings back all the memories
When you were just a kid
So when you say your wedding vows
Try to remember this
It becomes your second childhood
Instead of wedding bliss