Life chipping away

Life chipping away short poem

Daily I see
a different me,
each morning
I notice-
an iota of
sheen missing,
a part of me
has withered,
chipping regularly
from somewhere or
the other,
a delta difference
between me and
the me
from yesterday,
Am I each day fading away?
I’m slowly growing old
Will my story be ever told?
What traces will I leave behind?
Many many doubts run in my mind,
I’m old,
older than yesterday,
Did I make any difference
to my world today?
Did I change anyone’s life or
the least made someone smile?
Not averse to
the laws of nature,
I would like someone
whom I can nurture,
for there is a stage in
everyone’s life
when you get a chance
to revive,
relive and cherish
those little moments
for life isn’t grey and has
colourful elements.

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Interesting perspective and so true too..fading away one day at a time..this verse can be inspirational for many who feel the same way..Nice @Abhishek_Jain

Dominic James
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a good figure on reflection: the mirror as more than a tool for vanity, and most interesting when it moves thoughts away from oneself to the consideration of the situation with others. Is it a chipping away then? Definitely progress! kind regards, Dom.

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