Bespectacled, with a hint of worry
My face appears sullen and droopy
My charm, that always used to be bubbly,
Has lost its former self, no more chirpy
Reliving the mundane on a loop
Burdening the duties that coop
Up my wishful thoughts that snoop
In a hidden alley of my cortex, they stoop
Some days I’m up on a mountain far away
A nomad, relishing what nature offers that day
On other days, I’m amidst skyscrapers that sway
A workaholic, hustling for luxury until I turn gray
Unraveling these random thoughts of wanderlust
Appears the reality, tainted with the unjust
A mother is who I am, for my babies, I must
Pause my dreams, withhold and adjust
So that their lives are touched by nothing but stardust…
An eternity has gone by
I still haven’t tried the world’s best pie
Nostalgia of my wishes keeps kicking in
As the time of my life keeps ticking, running thin…