Aging is a funny thing.
Only that day, it seems, I was young and bustling
too busy to breathe in peace, longing to retire
and catch moments to do nothing
but watch the aimless clouds float by.
The wish was granted by the Lord, kind as ever
and now retired,
I have time to sit and stare at the squirrels
bury their nuts, and watch the birds frolicking
here and there
and yet a funny bone inside me
wishes to go back to youth once again
and be the busy bee it was.
Funnier still
when neither youth nor age tethers me
I wish I were a baby
back in my mother’s lap
with not a thing to worry about
for she did it all for me.
Aging, inevitable as it is
makes my heart and mind
bury the life lived so far in the sands of time.
Tulip Chowdhury writes from Georgia, USA.
