Time Poem by Ravikumar C.P.

1

In my sixteens this boy
Seemed like a prince from a fairy tale:
So cool, handsome, and smart beyond belief.
Nothing this guy can't do,
God what will I do without him,
Purpose of my life is to embroider
A corner of his hand kerchief.

2

In the eighteens I felt
He shoulda been a bit taller.
Still my best friend, no doubt,
But couldn't call him
When I left town for vacation.
He didn't make it to my party either;
Busy, he said, or did he lie to me?
A lie, a bent truth, heck who is perfect?

3

Past my twenties
When I opened my eyes
And looked at the world,
Gee, this boy is such a dumbo...!