Numbered Days
My days have been numbered,
Youth had had its call.
Daredevilry was my doing,
As I zipped on the highway,
Yielding to none,
Speeding away, speeding away.
How I miss those starlit nights,
Always new company,
Venting Rock's rants,
Evenings were for make-out.
But time would march on,
Even youth will be spent,
Ending in age's despair,
No one to care, with no one to care.
Now here I lie, an entity forgot,
Uncouth are my looks,
Mildewed is my frame,
Broken my body, as is my soul.
Everything's gone busted,
Roaring engine's gone rusted,
Eyesore for all,
Damned to Rust in Pieces?
~18 Jun 2016~
Copyright © Karam Misra | Year Posted 2016
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