Unfair Play

How did it get so late so soon?

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“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”

Dr. Seuss

 

Unfair Play

how did it all pass away so soon

old age came before the youth could croon

how some young faces are full of wrinkles 

before they are swamped with 

smiles and twinkles

how did time so soon fly by

before saying a proper goodbye

how come nature is not fair for some

spring is so short, and

longest is autumn

Solitary- The Daily Post

Solitary- The Daily Post

solitary

not a sing leaf for its glory

remembering 

the days of its youth

birds and children

chirping and playing 

around it

when a single day 

would not pass

without a jamboree

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #153 Star&Bloom

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #153 Star&Bloom

 

Stars shine in the eyes

Bloom of youth remains intact

Till  hope is alive

 

 

The Daily Post- Bedtime

THEDAILYPOSTApr 12, 2016

DAILY PROMPT– Bedtime

In childhood’ bedtime was for a lullaby, stories of fairies, gnomes, demons, prince and princess, adventures…

In youth’ it was time for dreams for the future with open eyes, reading stories. How we procrastinated sleep. There was so much to think of, to make plans for the future, parties, cricket, football, and tennis matches. Who wants to sleep?

In middle age, bedtime was for introspection. How much we have achieved, how much is there to achieve. How much time we have wasted in daydreaming. Are we giving 100 percent to get what we want etc.etc?

Now at old age, bedtime is the time to worry whether sleep will come or night will pass counting sheep or worrying about the past or what is in store for us in the future. All the sleep procrastination of youth is punishing now with insomnia.

God of sleep eludes

Those cursed with insomnia

Blessed sleep blissfully

 

Limerick Challenge Week 8: Lost

https://mindandlifematters.wordpress.com/2016/02/19/limerick-challenge-week-7-lost

In childhood some played a lot  

In their youth some slept a lot  

In old age they repent  

How wrongful life they spent  

And  grieve for the lost time a lot