|Photograph: George Eastman Collection 1908|
Courtesy : Sepia Saturday
Days when the world seemed flat vanished,
Is it knowledge that made the world go round?
I would think it was the decay of the bones,
Now the body wrestles to budge, I find
My mind in a nostalgic loitering,
And in its lonesome walks I reach a past
Filled with an array of amazing sights.
The world is no longer round,
It is in fact, gracefully upside down!
Beside me are friends, quite a bunch,
I find my grips going tight, I wish to stay,
Is it the mind that ceased to grow?
Or is it the body that has greedily overgrown?
I feel tired looking back now.
Before I close my eyes, I want to do,
I want to lift these torrid years of existence,
Upside down, downside up,
Swing meticulously, cry out loud
In a happiness that gives no bounds,
Maybe I would grow too old for all these,
But my mind shall love the time!
Prompted by Sepia Saturday