Thoughts just like that ;

It’s funny how certain incidents can trigger some poetic expression in you.m

I normally use a sub way to get across the road. On this particular day I saw an old man standing at the entrance of the sub way and staring at me running down the steps of the sub way.

Looking back at him I wondered what must have crossed his mind.

Standing all alone under the sky

With nothing to hold on , I see you run

With your quick steps.

Don’t be too proud of your youth.

One day you will be counting your grey strands

Wondering at the years pass by.

The quick steps will become a few quiet steps .

The lines on your face

An open book to read

Will be the same story

Of mine ,

Will be the same story of yours.

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