By Maya Green
O what beauty I see, the flowers are now withering
I thought — ‘what has happened to spring?’
It was only yesterday, that everything
Well, almost everything, was fresh and new
How I wished I knew, but where’s the clue?
I looked into the nearby mirror’s pool
And thought — ‘well, I no longer look that cool!’
Whatever happened to the youth, with the energy so full?
I wished I knew, but where is the clue?
A yellow bird, alighted on a branch,
And began singing her heart out!
Amazed, I asked ‘is she old, perchance?’
Does it matter, if she’s young or on the way out?
Why can’t I, too, just sing my heart’s out?
No gain to fret, that time is running out
Just give it all — to each remaining moment
Let age take its course, I’ll have the last laugh!
Dateline:
A composition upon reflection on end of spring.
10.51 AM,
May 19, 2024, M-City, KL
