We are almost at the end of April and the challenge is almost over. Indulge me a bit and let me ramble. Let me glorify the past and seek solace in coloured memories. Let me feed my aching middle-aged soul with celebrations of youthful years gone by.

I know I am still in my “youthful” years. But I feel older. I feel cynical. I see greys than pinks. Often I feel the need to exist than excitement. Somehow the youth lingers around. You just can’t run away from it I guess.

In memory of the childhood gone by, a haiku

Yellow Copper pod buds

Blooms, dances, overwhelms senses

Youth so odd and fun

 

Changing by the day

The school bell peals loud laughter

Youth awkward and loud

 

Move, Move, Run, Run Fast

Sudden storms darken the sky

Youth fleeing wet, slick

 

Laughter fills the air

Unadulterated joy of youth

Screams, shrieks, giggles

 

Personality grows

Friendships and relationships

Shaping youth, life.