In a fury, Days passed away
In a haze of papers and files
More sweat and toil for a little pay
Before he could rest had to go miles
Morning was coffee and toast
Even before the sun was up in the sky
A peek into the kids room to the most
Never their to answer to their whys
His day began at the workplace
Busy with tasks and making connections
Things moved at a fast pace
When he was working to attain perfection
Years passed like this
He was busy moving towards his goals
Taking to unseen heights his business
Unconscious ,unwary of his other roles
The people who were called family
Were lost to him unknown
His children missed him verily
Seeds of aloofness were deeply sown
Hath no time to play with his son
Or chat up with his daughter
He passed up on their growing-up fun
Or the chance to hear their laughter
Although of comfort and riches
Their was no dearth
What he missed was walk on the beaches
And calm strolls on the cool wet earth
Days passed into months
Months into years
Like a candle he burnt
As wax melts off like tears
Till a day came upon him
When he had a head full of hair grey
His sense of sight grew so dim
His limbs were weak, walked he with a sway
His children were now all grown
Busy with new things in their lives
He was now the richest man in town
Although he had everything to thrive
All he wished now was for
His children to him gibberish talk
Knock at his room’s door
Drag him downstairs for a walk
He missed the endless chatters
The broken nursery rhymes
Those days of innocence really mattered
But they were gone with time
But could he ever blame life
For loss of his youth and what he did not
Cherish when it was and towards it strive
In balance is beauty was his final thought!
domestic diva 
You reap what you sew, it’s a pity some people realize when it’s too late!
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True, some things in life are not to be missed, thanks for dropping by 🙂
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I know this so well, it’s a pity they don’t understand it even if they are old
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True, that’s a pity! Thanks for sharing your views !
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You’re welcome
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How do you even make a poem that long 😐
I’m amazed you can write past six stanzas – which is awesome by the way!
Sad poem 😦 Really connects
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Hi Nam,
First of all thanks for the great words..They mean a lot 🙂 . Secondly I would be honest in saying that I have no idea how it happens but sincerely hope those who are reading enjoy it..btw All the best in all your endeavours ! 🙂
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Praise cost nothing 🙂
All the best to you and yours!
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Thanks 🙂
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Lovely piece of work, a heart touching poem
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Thank you and nice to know you find it so Rupali ma’am 🙂
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Reality personified.. great one !
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Thanks Divya 🙂
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🙂
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This is awesome! I often worry it will happen to my husband. Life is short. We all have to stop and smell the flowers sometime.
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I really hope it does’nt happen to your husband. True life is more when we take a pause sometimes..
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