life is tough child, all the best
Once I was inside my mother's belly
I used to listen to everything she said
And feel her warm hands comforting me.
When I came out from there,
I felt the world was entirely different.
In there, my friends were lungs, heart and kidney
But instead, I found aliens talking to me
In a tick, I realized I was one of them and
We are called human beings
Lively, I became a kid, very intelligent, you know
My mamma changed my diapers,
Dad played football with me
Grandpa kept dancing with me on his shoulders
Grandma saying gobs of tales 'bout fairies
Back then, everyone listened to me
So I had vibes of a great king
And thought that I was stronger and bigger than anything else.
By and by, I started growing as a teen, hanging out with a lot of friends
Mom and dad are busy attending their clients
Grandpa died due to heatstroke
Grandma still used to tell me stories
Not 'bout fairies but about my childhood
As a teen, I believe I know everything
Fooling everyone expecting that they will not know anything
Forgetting that they were a teen earlier and passed through this phrase
In no time, I will be young enough to take my decision myself
Dad wouldn't be able to work because of his age
Mum will still be busy earning
Grandma would probably die in hospital and her last words to me would probably be "life is tough, child. All the best."
I least perchance smoke and drink liquors with my friends.
And go finding a better job that suits me.
Anon, I will be adult making a lot of money
Mum's company is most likely to suffer a great loss
I assume' I'll find a great job that I love
My family would be living a rich life from the money I made
I'll possibly be attending my clients in different countries
In leaps and bounds, I will get married but won't stop modelling
I would meet my parents once a month
Leisurely I might be pregnant
If so I will talk with my belly hoping my baby would listen
I will wiggle it hoping it would comfort my baby
In a twinkling, I will be grey and old
My parents would die
My child will marry and come to meet me once a month
In that case, I would say stories to my grandchildren
My husband would keep them on his shoulder and dance a lot
I would weep and sob thinking back to how my grandma used to tell me stories and grandpa used to keep me on his shoulder and kept dancing
I would die in a hospital thinking about my life
And the last words I will say to everyone on the earth will be "life is tough, child. All the best." Remembering that my grandma said the same thing when I was an infant.
And at that time I would know why she said that but it would already be very late.
I would drop the last tear which holds about the mistake of my life and regret it a lot.