When i was a young mother of two,
I had no time to sleep and waited till they grew,
But now that, they have grown,
My arteries and bones have grown old,
And are refusing to allow me to lie down,
Isn't it ironical, I say, with a frown.
When we make a hyperbole of small things,
Metaphorically, our imaginations develop wings!!!
Once our children grow older, we prefer euphemism,
Though health issues set in, we prefer optimism.
As we age gracefully, we think of the advantages,
Trying to reduce our emotion and attachment baggages.
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