During my school days it used to be Commander Mary <br />Who owned me like her Private and made me merry <br />When her rule became oppressive and results depressive <br /> I decamped from her regime and jumped from her ferry <br />Now she torments me as headache and stiff neck in the mornings. <br /> <br />Then I fell in for the frame of beautiful Gita <br />Mesmerized by her beauty and attached to her like a kitty <br />She pawned me for her pleasures and played me like a pawn; <br />Till I slipped out of her net to save my wallet. <br />Maybe it is her curse <br />That makes me forget and look like an idiot. <br /> <br />In the young age I lined in with sensitive Lily <br />Whose rain of tears made me beg, plead and pledge <br />And follow her like her servant wherever she went. <br />Until I discovered she will feed the elephant <br />Of my desires with only a banana at a time. <br />Then I withdrew from her presence ignoring her protests. <br />Surely it is her curse that is the cause of my tremor. <br /> <br />Then for a few days I was a sidekick to arrogant Gracy <br />Acting as her bouncer and unpaid secretary; <br />Till my efforts drew laughter from the crowd <br />And too much hard labor for very little reward. <br />So I resigned from the post to her great annoyance. <br />Maybe she still stays as an ache in my lower back. <br /> <br />Hey young flirts! Be careful when you play; <br />When you hang up your boots and decide to quit <br />The injuries from the field will haunt you till the end <br />As pain, weakness and trauma all over your self.<br /><br />Raghavan Warrier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/curses-in-old-age/
