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.