Young and Old

I count the years
I have - to live…

They count the days
They have - to live…

I'm young,
They're old

Life has a lot
In store for me

Their storage space
Is less…

For me, life goes fast…
For them, life went fast.

How they wish
Life was slow -
And they wouldn't
Have to go…

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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