Aging

I know;
There will be a time
When my body won’t be same
My neck, wrinkled
I won’t be lazy but
They would say;
You can’t pick that up!
And yes, I couldn’t.
They would think
I’m jealous of;
Their flesh and
How they are fresh?
But you know what;
I wouldn’t be, either
I would have stories of;
My craziness, my enjoyment
My failures, my success
And people who were mine
And people who are mine
And It would be enough...

Tayyiba walayat~