Thirty years ago and now
Well written or not
Let’s see what I have got
Looking in the mirror
I see a different figure
Do I resemble a balloon
I think I have stayed in tune
Six packs it may not be
But some semblance I do see
A paunch, a tiny pumpkin
Must be all the dumplings
The wrinkles do they matter
The baggy eyes, they do not flatter
The marks, the scars, all mine
Decades of a journey through time
What would I change
If I were to turn a page
Nothing, I am happy with what I see
There is no discord for me
Trying to relive one’s past
Years that have gone too fast
Remember it, dream it
The yesteryears we cannot visit
Like a river flowing downhill
We scale the years uphill
There is no turning back
We cannot retrace our track
So onwards and upwards we go
Making the most as we grow
Older and wiser
Seeking a kinder future
Dreaming much and living well
In a cloud where we can dwell
Or is it at the end of a rainbow
On a green and grassy meadow
The ocean will keep us afloat
In our bright and shiny boat
Touching shores if we need to
Or just drifting, that will do too
