Showing posts with label Old. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Old. Show all posts

Saturday, January 12, 2013

The Stages of Life

The reality of life hurts,

      1.       As a child, you will fall down and hurt yourself
      2.       As a school kid, you will have no best friend
      3.       As a teenager, you will have some fucked up hormonal and emotional swings
      4.       As a late teenager, you will be used and dumped
      5.       As a mature adult, you will work your ass off day and night
      6.       As a mother, you will give up so many things just to stay home and make it a home
      7.       As a father, you will work so hard to provide for your family
      8.       As a sister, you will have endless arguments about silly things with your siblings
      9.       As a wife/husband, you will have to make many sacrifices
      10.   As an old person, you will be bored of life

 But there’s always a “but”

      1.       But later on, you will show off your scar and remember how you stayed strong through it all.
      2.       But, you will have a group of friends with whom you play “mud”.
      3.       But, you will always remember your first crush.
      4.       But, you will never realise how you’ve probably done the same to someone else.
      5.       But, the money is so totally worth it.
      6.       But, it is worth it when your husband and kids say, “Oh what lovely sambar mom!”
      7.       But, it is worth it when your kids grow up and are a success thanks to your education.
      8.       But, it’s the advice sessions that really count!
      9.       But, these sacrifices are what make it work.
      10.   But, you’ll learn to reflect upon the last 9 points of your life and accept that fact that “Life is good. I have lived my life.”

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Aging

A few more months and it’s all over,
I am so young, so sober.
Everyone around me dances and sings,
With alcohol in their systems,
Unaware of the danger it brings.

I looked around at my tidy room,
Everything had its own place; Even the tiny broom.
When did everything run by so quickly?
It seemed just like yesterday,
When my mother used to do things for me,
As I sat there, looking sickly.

An immature kid I was.
Running around like there was no such thing as danger.
Today I sit at a desk,
With pen and paper,
Writing this ridiculous poem,
About something that is yet to come.

3 more months; the countdown begins.
This is so nerve wrecking!
People say, “Age is just a number”
And to them I say, “Well, you couldn't get any dumber!”
3 more months, I will no longer be a teenager.
Oh well, let the mature shit begin.