I'm getting old said the monk
Looking at his reflection in the water
He took a palm-full of water in his hand
And as it slipped through the crevices of his fingers
He said this is how time slips
You can hold it for a bit but not for long
In the eyes of his disciple
Reflected the image of a frail old man
Wrinkled skin and spots on his face
These green meadows
I've walked on it and many others before me
And I know more would step after me
In my youth, I tried to possess this land
Yet, when I saw it began to possess me
I had to leave it for others to enjoy
Far too many things happen in your life
For you to cry on
Too many things that will make you sad
Yet there's a morning that breaks out with gladness
Greatness is not great
You're nothing more than a name and a memory
As you step outside of this realm
Memories rarely outlive a generation
Consider this water
It keeps flowing despite rocks and falls
So be your life.
Vinal
29/01/24
