Thirty

You ask on the years gone by,
and regrets that must have add.
Whether three decades have wearied me dry,
on the dreams I must have had.

As if birthdays were moments of reflection
for all one's work undone!
Never have I dwelt on past satisfaction -
I weary only for the times to come!!

Our Haiku - II

E9 days,
Our ways,
No sunrays,
Curtains drawn, always
- the other bojangles

Our Haiku - I

These days are so tight,
Have reached mechanical heights
Aint complaining my friend
Its just that all this is so different (from the lives we used to live)
- the other bojangles