COUNTING MY TEARS!
Counting My Tears!
Ever
since day one, after breaching the safety net of innocence… I had more in this
world than my eyes and mind could frame.
To simplify and break it all up into
small comprehensive atomic sizes for my mind to digest.
Is
it not the reason God expects every single parent to stand twenty-four seven guard
over the lives of their innocent children?
Prevent, protect, or even kill the
intruders when it becomes necessary as the last throw of parental defense.
What
happened to all the one hundred thousand things which used to fascinate me as a
baby?
Come on, someone help this poor boy…
what made me laughed out aloud at the ceilings when I was all alone?
What
made this baby clap his hands even before knowing the meaning of joy?
Just when did I break out from this
cloud of pure innocence which shielded my heart and soul from feeling the
corrosion of sinfulness?
Who and what am I? After all these years of decadence and degeneration!
Would the baby inside this old,
tired body be able to identify its old self if God would roll back the arms of
time?
Am
I dreaming or sleepwalking?
Why does my universe feel like I’m
backpedaling when everything else around me goes in the opposite direction?
Hallelujah... for the joy of being a baby!
All Glory to God... just to hold a
newborn baby in my arms!
Closer
to my nose… only God knows just how I enjoy the unique smell of a baby!
Pierre Cardin or Christian Dior…
cannot duplicate the heavenly scent of a newborn baby. God holds the keys to
the secret ingredients.
When
age kicks in, the baby inside us must die… for the meaning of life to take its
full course…
Wonderful endless giggles, laughter,
and smiles… all get scattered and follow innocence out the door!
Look
at me now… Today!
I need to tighten up even before I
get out of my door… lest I become the laughing fodder for fools out there in
the streets.
Counting
my tears today.
How this cruel world around me has
changed for the worse!
Yesterday
the same world used to laugh along with me but today… the world is laughing at
me!
Counting my tears… it was even
harder to learn that one day… Just like I lost my milk teeth as a child...
Just one day for sure… I’d lose my teeth not supported
by nature to grow back!
Counting my tears has become harder
than counting my blessings!
Only
if I knew the size of each tear per milligram.
Crying over pain, or heaviness of
heart, are not the only ways for drawing out tears.
I
lost innumerable tears even when writing this narrative!
Counting my tears.
Is
there a time and a place, where a man could say… I had it all?
Growing up is growing old… growing
old is more than coming of age but grabbing age by her tail!
Nobody knows where this swing leads to or ends up… the pull and the grabbing launched by instinct since there’s nothing safer to hold onto!
Counting my tears never ends.
Even
if the grave swallow us up… our tear glands remain half empty… after all these
years…
Hello.
I
have so much to cry about but time cannot afford me enough time… to cry out all
my tears dry!
Counting my tears.
The
only good thing left to do… is to grab my chair and let my tears sing and dance
for my old heart.
Till my sunset hits and collides
with my horizon.
Counting
my tears…
The old baby in me crying to go
back… who knows where since even God cannot qualify our backward movements.
I
simply cannot stop tearing up…
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