Scribbling away ...
As I scrub the same surface
  over and again
Trim each blade of grass
  with a pair of tiny scissors
Check email
  every fifteen minutes for that one message
I know
  I am holding on desperately
   to those fleeting moments
I know
 I am getting old.  


                  ***

    As I curl up in my corner,
    'n tumble down the memory lane,
    The morning shadows
    creeping up,
    A naughty face popping up on my LCD,
    The child's giggles next door,
    A spring harbinger humming a joyous
    tune.

    Here I'm
    Scribbling away in a hurry
    For what I'm thinking today
    May not ring
    Tomorrow or the day after.

    Do not waste your precious time
    on my empty rambling notes
    For I promise no words of wisdom
    Or soothsayings for posterity.

                        *:
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