Girl, you lived

Dear girl,

Don’t look so surprised

That I called you ‘girl’

You know you wouldn’t respond otherwise

I know only too well

How does it feel to be old; I mean older?

I know you’ll say, ‘I can’t really say’

For other than the fact that it takes you longer,

To get out of bed, and your hair is all stringy and grey

There’s not much difference that I see-

Cribbers and gossip mongers still make you sick

And between a tearjerker and a horror movie

You’d choose neither and go with a rom-com or a chick flick

Your body hasn’t undergone a drastic change

Except for your waistline, that’s kind of blossomed

But that’s not so strange

It’s the only giveaway that you’ve genuinely bloomed

You’re still the child

that I knew- curious and excitable

At times, mild

And at times, unpredictable

If you happen to forget about the life, you led- your past

Then know that there was no reason to complain-

Know that you lived and loved, and the days went fast

Because you were happy; and read these lines as a refrain

And when it’s time to say, ‘Goodbye.’

Feel no regret, for you lived your life; so rejoice

If you think it is nothing to celebrate, there’s no bigger lie

For remember, only a fortunate few make living a choice.

Love

You, long, long ago