There was a time,

I dreamt of fame,

Having my picture, ...

Old-age wisdom,

Can be read,

Most everywhere. ...

Looking back,

Feels safe.

Problems solved, ...

When obstacles,

Blocked the path ahead,

I often surrendered, ...

Our prints,

Everywhere persist,

Even when readily, ...

Afraid to move,

She stood there paralyzed,

Watching others walk by. ...

When distractions end,

It’s time to emerge,

And I’m wondering, ...

Some days,

I crave to understand,

But circles, ...

When spring,

Is about to arrive,

Winter’s reign, ...

Sunny times,

Are on the way.

So I need prepare, ...

One wintery day,

Trying to find my way,

I came across a sign, ...

A single color,

Applied to a blank wall,

Erases nothingness, ...

When frozen days,

Linger on end,

And patience,...

Soft, delicate, fragile.

Akin to friendships,

That need nurturing,...

Like lingering clouds,

On cold wintry days,

The world often mirrors,...

Bruised, battered,

And still locked,

When darkness, ...

Growing up,

My father often said,

“Be like a man, ...

I frequently look back,

Trying to catch instants,

Escaping through my hands. ...

There are whiles,

We must wait,

For the right time, ...

When the time arrives,

We all fade.

It’s nature’s way. ...