Category: Life Poems

Fifty
Feels like the start of something new 
Feels pretty nifty

Fifty 
It’s  good to be here now with you 

Fifty 
Could go in for a little face lifty 
Maybe before I’m fifty two 

Fifty
Feels like I really grew 

Fifty 
It’s half a century of me and you 

Fifty 
Could be mutton dressed as lamb 
But I’m happy as I am 
Could be starting a decline 
But I’m feeling rather fine 
That could be cos of all the wine 

Fifty years of laughs and tears 
Fifty years of hopes and fears 
Fifty years of strange ideas 

Brought me up to now, to hear 

And with that i will say cheers!

 Slow down the moment, breathe it in
 See the floating filaments 
 of microscopic things.
 Taste on your lips the salt on the wind.
 Hear every sound, feel everything.

 And in the case you hit record, 
 These fleeting memories can be stored.
 How many moments passed me by in a flash?
 And what was more important, 
 than to make them last?

 But needy, greedy time absorbs you 
 in  your prime
 As a hungry hurricane, 
 destroys the hourglass,
 grain by grain,
 Flattening the days in its wake.

 Yes, time cannot be faked.
 Only, to be present in each second,
 Is a force with which it will reckon.