Poetry

Let it Go

Silly is the word for you, my dear self.
You’ve got to listen to me if you need help.
You hang on to things which don’t matter,
or, at least, which don’t matter anymore.
Sham hopes and cunning mirage, you adore.

You tax in staying stuck to what repeals you.
How are we going to move on together
unless we listen to each other
and reach to an agreement
that whatever happens, happens for good.
There is not point staying glued.

You’ve got to understand why
eyes are not at the back of your head.
You’ve got make peace with moving ahead.
Let bygones be bygones.
Why the shivers in the bones
when you think of how it used to be
and how it is now?
How it is now will seem exactly
like what it used to be
as we move on.

Age is just a number as you grow.
You grow up only when you learn to let it go.


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6 Comments

  1. Age is just a number as you grow.
    You grow up only when you learn to let it go.
    <<< Tabahi!! No wonder why growing up is so hard.

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