1 Ageing, A process

Something I look forward everyday,

When I was a child,

But now I am afraid of it,

Now, the only thing I look forward everyday,

Is to go back being a child,

Impossible when you Think of it!

At least, can I be an onion?

Why you may ask me, Right? 

It's just a veggie, Right?

But a strong one, I replied,

You can hurt it, but it never cries, you did!

So when can I be an onion?

A beautiful journey, year after year,

It happens at known date,

At unexpected time, unannounced!

Many things change, every year,

I loose myself with each date,

Yet maturity never came, immaturity  always around.

Pimples on my face, shows my age!

Dark circles under my eyes, reminds me!

What next? Wrinkles on my face? 

But despite that, Do I act my age?

When time comes, I do,  with guarantee!

Otherwise I love to wear a childish face

I don't want to age,

Nor do I wanna stay my age! 

Yes, I am confused, Do I have a choice? 

It scares me, especially my Responsibilities

I asked, Did I make the right Choice? 

Confused, lost, stuck between my Responsibilities

You may ask, So what is ageing? 

Just a figure? Just a number?

Or is it just a factorial of maturity?

For me its,  societies expectations increasing

Engulfing me in their thought's chamber

At present, I wanna run away from Futurity 

Towards my past of immature dreams! 

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