An age of an adage ever last
Was a welcome relief to my story
The writing on the wall so bold
I couldn't determine how to hug my past

There came over me, the joy of motherhood
Post-faceth beyond the mystery of findings
I could not suck for long, then I realised how to stay on
My pole couldn't fit the hem of the world I found


There I found a resemblance of a family
A give away to life , the storyline goes on
All to make myself fit was all thro a fit
To please myself, got me lots of bruises


Who moved my cheese so sweet
Why did I forget all my childhood gave
A move along the line so fast
In a twinkle, relevance calleth in


How could I be so stupid to welcome more scars
All my roughs were moment of thorns shackled to my feet
All of sorts to be a witty guru
And be better than the good of mine

While I ran in the odds of the race
They ran all for the medals in haste
Forgetting the real matter of the game
In a twinkle of time, the redline changed

The worst of them still got a medal
As the best of them wandered the streets
All to let us know how the world be
With elements of forces we cant control

My back has many scars
Medals written with witty marks
My thorns of life, a book on my scars
So witty a note with mark of stripes

A beautiful experience in peaceful mall
Mixed with deep expressions of feelings
To mark my note of scars- a witty type
For the lovers of poems, the mark of life

© Sir Taitophil