I retrospect
the years that have gone
not one or two in a circumspect
from the day I was born
I recollect.
I step aside
turn back and see the road
not one very much beside
being one not very broad
I stand still.
I go through
scrupulously I pursue the past
being very much true
my memory reads fast
I gather myself.
I find happiness
the way I have lived all along
straight without any indulgence
knowing where I belong
I turn contented.
I walk ahead
have to cross the years with pride
a significance well read
hope to be blessed with an easy ride
I rest in bliss
