Age And Time Poem by welkin siskin

I reimagined life, the day before yesterday,
though the eyes of a child
And found it blissful.
I recalled playing with streaks of color, a tiny bag sewed of clothings
to put marbles, swimming in pondsand rivers, a kind of an unending
Walk into the crop fields and forests, playgrounds and yards;
I never had to walk for an Adidas,
Neither Puma nor Seahawks.
Life, then, was nothing but a Cherub's one: pure in form, lost in the world of bliss, an honestly open, guileless life.
I reimagined life, yesterday,
through the eyes of a teenager
And found it exciting.
I recalled impatience approached asa state between the dark and the bright.
Sometimes, life set into tune the musicality of fun,
Sometimes, overwhelmed by passion life flowed over the edge of etiquettes, societal wants and morale.

I reimagined life, now,
this youthful age
And find it merely a struggle for existence.
Toppled over by everyday job,
Life finds it hard to get over with it's challenges, the simplest of dreams unfulfilled at the mere needfor a living,
the loss of an eye's unbounded quest.
And thus, I hear, through the eyes of an octogenarian the cycle
Goes bottom to top,
For life, perhaps, wishes a life once more to prevail.