“That’s You”

There comes a time,
When you don’t want to go out.
There comes a time,
When you don’t want to party all night.
There comes a time,
When you feel happy at home.
There comes a time,
When you find bliss on a Monday morning.
That time comes veiled,
That time comes all dressed up,
When branded clothes do not matter,
When you prefer get-togethers, over clubs and late night parties.
When your decisions are not inspired by other people’s resolutions.
There comes a time,
When it’s too unessential to write down in the personal diary.
There comes a time,
When you don’t rummage through the contact list,
When you don’t check every profile picture and the likes on them.
There comes a time,
When what society says, matters.
There comes a time,
When black cats cross through the road,
And you don’t wait for someone to pass the imaginary line segment made by the puny being.
There also comes a time,
When you walk through dark and lonely lanes,
And you don’t feel scared,
When you go by places of worship,
And your hand is too fatigued to touch the forehead and the bosom.
There comes a time,
When someone falls and you don’t laugh,
You go to help that person.
There comes a time,
When you aren’t really in need of company,
There comes a time,
When 50% discounts are not the least cared for.
There comes a time,
When you become shallow,
When you’re just so tired,
When you really need to sleep.
There comes a time,
When the want for low waist jeans changes to the need for sober enough trousers.
When dying hair is not necessary,
When old songs are soothing.

There comes this time,
And there will come this time,
When you’ll be looking into the mirror,
Wondering what you’ve been,
What you’ve done,
Feeling the shame,
Or feeling proud,
To have made your parents proud,
Counting the last breaths,
With a few teeth left,
And grey hair in patches on the bald head.
There will come a time,
When you won’t need to set the alarm,
When you’ll go to sleep,
Thinking it to be just another nap,
And you will never wake up again.
That’s you after 60 years.

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