Sun's Heat

Mild to severe ache in the head,

For me, this is what surely lies ahead.

After an outing in the afternoon sun,

At times, I wonder.

What is it that I have become?

I reminisce the times that's gone by,

When the sun would never terrify.

Scorching summer or the mild winter,

Outings, the sun would never hinder.

Riding around in my two-wheeler,

The trips were a complete thriller.

Never a thought towards the heat,

The rounds always kept me upbeat.

Today, a trip in the Sun deters me,

A headache is what I foresee.

With time, I do know that I've aged,

Though, for a fact, I'm not assuaged.