I am greeted by the rising sun, red, round like a ball,
My cheeks caressed by the cool fresh breeze. I will
Swing my arms as I power into my walk! Well,
Ready for the fight of the day, at the world I smile !
On my walk I come across many early risers.
Three men briskly walk , the tallest in front,
The shorter bring the rear while he blocks
The road as if he owns it! He’s the parliament!
The old man see I back bent double! He shuffles
With the help of a walking stick ! He greets
All and Me with a “Ram, Ram” each time we pass!
Ah, well a well, age thou art surely forgetfulness !
I step lightly into the park at the end only to see,
The same old woman sweeping the road. Face
Serene, Boxed with silver hair,crossed with wrinkles,
For it’s true, the end of my walk marks she!
Thus, ends my daily lesson in life! You start
Briskly but slow down towards the end. Sweet
Sunrise marks our birth while weary Sunset
Marks Slumber, ’cause at the end, sleep is must!
Life starts with a jump, a leap, a kick,
To end in a shuffle and a walking stick.
You end up sweeping the road in front,
Your walk a shuffle, Day in and day out!
Back bent with the years of weight !