20

A couple of decade had passed

And I’m standing here at  last

But I need second chances back

Back there when mistakes seemed much!

 

I’m standing before the future

I’m standing after the past

I’m caught between the middle

Now, I believed, life’s a riddle!

 

There’s a dozen of tasks ahead

My feasibility’s still undone

Nothing’s running thru my head

All good ideas were gone!

 

A double of ten one’s

A number greater than before

It’s better to just wait for the sun

Than worry ‘bout this even  more!

 

My crossroad’s still yet to come

And there’s a lot for me to be done

But acceptance need not rest upon a shelf:

“I’m twenty,” I whispered to myself.

 

 

October ’95