I miss that girl who
would run wild and
was always ready to
smile without breaks.
She loved without care
When the things
got tougher simply
cried her heart out.
and life would get
straight again, ideals
were lofty , heels
higher and memories
ran sharper, food
was always warm
and drinks forever
bubbling…
Now many springs
later that girl
seek reasons to
laugh, tears don’t
descend to heart’s
desire, lovers have
gone senile, running
requires plastic knee-
caps and heels are
trimmed to two inches
mark ,forgetfulness is
the way of busy life,
while food requires
a careful watch, the
bubbling drinks be
better left off…
Life might never be
straight again ….
I miss that girl!
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Beautiful….!!!! Both☺️☺️☺️☺️
Thanks Pankaz for your kind words, I must say I’m flattered also confess I don’t look like this anymore 🙂 that’s why the poem. The other day I was reading your article somehow couldn’t comment but I’m very impressed with your style of writing and deep insight way different from the conventional ones. You are great writer out of the box!
Oh yes ….we all reach a point where we miss the younger us … ..but then there also comes a time when you find yourself again and celebrate life ….maybe not the same way but different is good too😊
I know thanks for reading Sakshi, the thought of this poem came while exercising in gym and realization that things have changed 🙂 I am not able to run with same speed and need to stay away from certain foods! But I agree let’s celebrate life. Thanks a lot for your great insight! 🙂
It was my pleasure beautiful 😊
🙏 truly appreciate it dear 🙂
Nice
Thanks a lot my dear, lot of love and peace to you!
I love the poem. Sad transition and I hope her old self is back
Thanks for liking, well old self is always there but aging is inevitable. Poem came to me while working out 🏋️♀️ trying to run and craving for foods which I need to stay away. With a young kid I’m so absent minded 😬., also even after heart’s crying things are complicated as before. Age is catching up fast!
Age is a number my friend. Soon that gym will make all your other complain go away 😊
I agree Shantanu, but body’s vitality fades with time it’s but natural!
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Tanya, Tanya, your words are so beautiful… the linearity of time…
Dear G how very kind of you! Since my last delivery I’ve noticed great change in my body and stamina… this poem is based on that. How time and circumstances rob us of our vitality and rigor! Thanks for your kind words, I’m truly humbled!
You are so welcome, Tanya. I do hope you recover. We need your beautiful poetry. Sending you lots of love and good wishes.
Well I’m doing much better than before besides anti-aging and Botox are always there and so is my husband’s credit card, what a relief 😅
Then all is good 😊
Oh… so touching!! What amazing imagery you’ve painted. Really well done Tanya!!!
Thanks Bill I’m so glad you liked it, truly appreciate it!
It was wonderful!!
Thanks a lot!
This is so so beautiful. Loved it.
How very kind you, I am so glad you liked it! Truly appreciate it!
Nostalgia, the place where the heart once again find cherished memories! A lovely post!
Loved this poem, I think we all miss our younger version at some point.💖
Thanks Anjali for your kind words, that true we all miss our younger selves, time when we were wild and carefree 🙂
You’re always welcome 💖
Ahhh, the wild & free within us all. Beautiful!
Thanks a lot for appreciating it! Yes the wild and free,you got it right!
You’re ever so welcome 🥰
It’s sad how life and what happens can change us from the people we once were.
I know how things change what we end becoming, but guess that’s life, nothing stays forever. Thanks for stopping by!