With heady scent of a ripening bod <br />When hard she learns loud giggling to hide, <br />A girl seems to shed raw romance of bud, <br />And begins to dream being a young bride. <br />She has by now as oft laughed as has cried, <br />But her tears soon begin to get dried, <br />Thirties, she learns to levitate, and ride <br />On air; soon as she puts premium to pride. <br />Forties, she gets into a galloping stride, <br />Well atop is her professional pride, <br />But by fifties, life is bereft of cause, <br />When comes a robber robed as menopause. <br /> <br />But by sixties, a bona fide’ guide, <br />She’s good friend and philosopher beside! <br />________________________________________________ <br /> -Sonnets | 10.08.07 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-journey-from-teenage-to-tonnage/
