Summer days are long, and often eventful,
There are places to go, and things to do.
Rarely does one sit, in quiet contemplation,
About old companions, and those who have gone.
Summer nights are dark, and bring the heavens closer,
There are lovers to enjoy, and dreams to dream.
Sometimes we lie half-awake, in restless beds,
Yet at others we live our lives intensely, for those to come.
Youth is irreverent, towards many age old dogmas,
The future belongs to them, and they are well trained.
The Morning of our life is the age of youth, and its admirers,
Tales of adventurous travels to different shores, to fight our dragons.
My time now I realize, is the Afternoon of my Life,
So much that was promised in my youth, has passed.
Now I am wiser and know what folly is, and what madness is,
This summer is for my lover and there is no other castle.
On realizing that our youth, has long passed us bye,
We can now move on to the realization, of our life’s purpose.
The idealistic way is still the best, for its sweet dreams,
Many a life I would strive, for working towards its realization.
The Afternoon of my life on this summer’s day,
Passes with many a roar and a celebration of Sports and Humans.
We watch the best efforts of our champions, and award the Trophies,
Enjoying this moment and this time, as this game of life looks at a setting sun.
“Views of a Foetus in the Womb”, detail from a drawing by Leonardo da Vinci