Birthday

When we are
Young,
We are
So much
In a rush
To
Grow up
So soon
That we
Eagerly
Await
Our
Every
Birthday :)

When we are
Past our
Prime -
We frown
On the
Flying
Years…
We don't
Want to
Grow old
So soon.
So we sigh:
Oh, My God!
Another
Birthday: (

(Theme: Age)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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