Dear sixty year old me,
Are we still
a Tangled mess of emotions?
Did we learn
to Fight against commotions?
Did we ever
Find our one true love?
Or is it
Something we don't speak of?
Do we still
Feel the need for a greater hate?
Are we still
Something of which we're afraid?
Are we still
Spreading the passion of words?
Or have our Thoughts
finally been blurred?
Do we now Live proud
and in great wealth?
Are we still Breathing
and in good health?
Are we even
Alive at this point of time?
Am I just Wasting my effort
on all these rhymes?
But nonetheless I'll send you a note of affection
To simply
Ensure you're in the right direction.
We might be Shuddering and old by sixty years
But we still Have no need
for irrational fears.
Close our eyes
And hope for blissful tomorrows.
Because not Everyday
is bound for our sorrows.
And when my Pen
finally leaves this sheet
Please do know
My hopes for us are concrete.
So, chin up.
Regardless of where we are later
I do hope
We still remain true to our nature.
Sincerely,
The eighteen year old me.
By DannyCepul
Thank you for the uplifting flutter of words!
P.s: Years may age you but it should never change your outlook towards living and you should be living fully and without regrets.
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