The life I knew is faded and skewed

In a way that even I didn’t expect

As along the way I start to collect

Memories sweet and those to detest

It’s as if the years have past and so

It leaves me in a place I just don’t know

Or recognise in shape or form

From those I remember since being born

I suppose that it’s my kind of life

The ups, the downs, the laughs and frowns

Perplexity, clarity lacking now

In this world of who, what and how?

Do you ever wonder how life would be

If you were just completely free

Free from ageing, confusion and pain

Start the process all over again

Have no children, family or wife

But that wouldn’t be my kind of life

The Urban Poet 2019