Last Sip

In my twilight years

I reminisce familiar lanes of yore

Those seized moments of unbridled joy

Upgraded them to worthwhile memories

Framed the riveting clicks

And placed neatly on my mind's wall

Ranked them beyond the ephemeral status

In the twilight zone

I am all alone

Motifs of pure fun and ecstasy ...

Everything went

But I am not lonely as it may seem

Having tasted the elixir of solitude

That bursts like

Chocolate syrup in ice cream

I have started savoring each bite of rugged plain

And have adopted "let go"

For the incomprehensible and unsolved mystery

Mellowed with age

 Turned worldly-wise to handle...

Difficult and different terrain

Life now means much more

Than salad days

As they say " the last sip tastes the best"

Slowly I have realized and internalized the epithet.