Winter
Self-reflection
How are the seasons treating you as they come and go?
Are you feeling old?
One minute’s Sun is the next minute’s snow.
How do you do it?
How do you do?
Doesn’t the winter touch you too?
Self-reflecting may induce self-deprecation when time is a constant factor, and you’ve given up the race.
There comes a day when you hit the brakes, the calipers don’t squeeze, and the past becomes your chase.
Not many will notice, but if you’re just like me,
you realize it at 25 and feel like you’re 50.
Life’s full of “living it,” in very little time,
so I rather reminisce today than pen down silly lines.
Better yet, let’s talk about ’03
when I’d race the kids in winter,
and all the fifth graders owned the streets.
My bones shivered free, in a light T-shirt.
P.S. 315 was my place of birth.
Midwood, Flatbush Junction,
Glenwood and my H Station.
You were so colorful back then.
