The Walk

Life asked me to gait,

I tried and took the pains to the gate,

Well then I was 4,

When it yelled on me – ‘stride’,

I managed it fairly.

Suddenly it commanded to stroll,

 I strolled until life bragged me. That was

The limit….

Life then made me 15, and rudely ordered

Me to hike. I hiked till the camp of a ruthless job.

It was that times when it compelled

Me to jaunt, on the path of shear success,

I huffed and puffed, and at last I preached,

Oh dear Life! I am 60.

It turned me down and cruelly forced me to

Scamper, I couldn’t as I had used up my

Mighty legs and what I was left

with was 2 new stumps of rotten

Metal.