GOLDEN YEARS

I chose writing as a career ages ago

I give to writing, what writing gives to me – in one go

Freedom, with all the letters capital

From all inhibitions, thereby constricting and ornamental.

When my first write-up was published in the paper,

It made everyone engage themselves in a lively caper!

Seven years have gone by since that day, when

My first book – a memoir – saw the light of day then.

I have encountered people, going past me in streams

Looking back, they appear to be part of flashing light beams.

I am about to step to the golden years of my life,

A book commemorates that milestone with a fife

Is this a time to sit back and spend time in recollection?

No! I’ve crossed the benchmark where I can celebrate in jubilation!

Childhood, growing up, adolescence and coming of age –

Had been all watched by my parents, I was under their tutelage,

I thank my genes that I am alive and kicking

I have kept the clock running on a pace, thereby ticking!!