On 29th I turned 39
It is an age that makes me not old,
Yet I am young no more
Is it the age where I am allowed
to make mistakes no more
Or the age where
senses become more sharper
Diminishing with age
But I never felt more aware
At 39 on 29th
I have another year to come to
THAT age
where I am 50 not yet
But the countdown begins
Age is just a number
they say
You need to be young at heart
Perception is the game
I say
I have 364 days
but counting no more
Till I become 40 on 29th
When it would Rhyme no more
A mother of two, Preeti Bhandari is a colloquial writer. She believes in simple living which reflects in her writings. As the Editor of Narisakti, she intends to use her vast experience to propel this platform to a cult status among entrepreneurial networks.
When not writing she is quilling, both with paper and thoughts.
Growing older is the nicest sensation, as you noted in your article. I adore that.