Years of wisdom, and centuries passed;
Tonnes of knowledge and sanity lost.
Days of pains; and nights
Of pleasures could not last.
Hours of toil; and moments
of fortune, forever lost.
In a single straight dream, as if;
the entire life in a wink had passed.
Of life, its colors ; and all
its course of lows and highs;
Today after the sunset
when I ever close my eyes,
I remember only those ephemeral
Moments of my lengthy life,
Those rare moments of love,
Those intimate moments with the wife.
That childhood on the swing,
That father's slap, that my extra lie.
The nursery teacher and her fierce cane,
Her lovely rhymes and her scary spectacled nose.
Those lush green cricket fields of my youth,
Those childhood's gardens of the innocent rose.
That mother's unbiased flowing love,
In her transparent cold eyes.
Those long walks with father
Before the sunset, at the sunrise.
Of life, its colors and all
Its course of lows and high ;
Today after the sunset
when I ever close my eyes;
I remember only those ephemeral
Moments of my lengthy life,
Those moments of hard earned victories
That we together shared.
Those moments of zeal and passion
In the field that often flared.
Those short fears and long punishments
That we were always scared.
That special birthday gift , that cuckoo's cry
That first childhood truth
That life's first sacrifice.
I can never forget.
Of life, its colors and all
its course of lows and high;
Today after the sunset
when I ever close my eyes;
I remember only those ephemeral
moments of my lengthy life.
First spring of youth,
Its evergreen mango grove.
That first kiss in the rain,
Her first letter of love.
Those dark windy nights,
Those bright fantasy flights.
I can never forget.
That first taste of wine,
That first interview of mine.
Of life, its colors and all
Its course of lows and highs;
Today after the sunset,
when I ever close my eyes;
I remember only those ephemeral
moments of my lengthy life.
Those rare moments of love,
Those intimate moments with the wife.
That childhood on the swing,
That father's slap, that extra lie.
I can never forget.
Those scarce moments of love
I can never forget; for
Of all the moments of lows and highs;
Those are the ones in which
The immortality of my soul forever shall lie.
Those ephemeral moments of love.
