It moves ahead <br />Control wheels to its norms <br />Time that hold its hands <br />Sheer movements that it dictates <br /> <br />Long ride that now loss and riddle <br />Amaze the time that shed and not marked <br />Now cane the dictator of life <br />Unwritten life that follows the meddle <br /> <br />Gray hair that speaks the past <br />Wrinkle that reflects the loss <br />Glow that reverted to dullness <br />Change that necessitate in life <br /> <br />Past that dash all the sticks <br />Once used to shatter the silence <br />Today in this solitude <br />Only mentor of short life <br /> <br />Time that's short as minutes <br />Structure that rest to some corner <br />Drama that's about to end <br />It's the end of a tacit era <br /> <br />It's the padding of life <br />Where Unintended rules <br />Denial march <br />But the memories escort! ! ! ! <br /> <br />©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.<br /><br />SALINI NAIR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-stick-speaks/
