Middle Eighth
life as a song
was young and strong
like a tree that holds promise
where flowers turn to fruits
they ripe with promises
and held on to their roots
like a song that needs to move forward
to play a different tune
on a different line
like a tree that holds its ground
and feels it change
over time
life reaches its middle eighth
a contrast to what it sounds
with its feet still planted on the ground
feels time's weight
as time goes by
a different young, a different strong
still holding its roots
still singing its song.
Samson Samuel Koshy
Copyright (c) Samson Samuel Koshy
