I Chanced To Meet An Old Man Poem by Mohammad Younus

I chanced to meet an old man...
...with a long and white beard,
He rolled up his puffy eyes,
Then, looked at me and grinned,
I shook his wrinkled and bonny hand,
And asked;
How are you Baba?
Who are you?
Where do you come from?
They tell me I've wronged you,
In the garden of Eden,
Where you lived with ease with Eve,
But I cant recall just when,
Do you?
If yes,
Then it's best for you:
To think on here and now;
Not what was, or might have been,
Do it now, or never,
You won't get the chance again.

Mykoul