Left Behind... Poem by Meena Mustafa

Leaves may wither, flowers may die,
seasons may change and time may fly.
The clouds I see up in the sky,
brings the rain and miseries -why?
I tried my best as a child at play
No worries did I have- enjoyed each day.
I could run my fastest but still get beat.
At times I would land on my head, not feet.
But what is it that was stuck in my mind?
The wish-to never be left behind.

Time flew by in the blink of an eye.
Mysteries unfolded...there's nothing to lie;
The harder I was thrown, the higher I bounced.
Nothing came easy as had been pronounced.
Name it as destiny or the state of mind
I tried my best never to be left behind.

Now after all these years I see the grey
Wrinkled skin...no child at play...
My frail body and humbled soul...
A life where time has taken it's toll.
My existence slowly fades away.
In the growing darkness, I kneel and pray:
I pray for strength...I pray for life...
I pray for my loved ones to be by my side,
For I fear being left alone or behind.