Twenty Six

Twenty five, the last few days of boyhood,
Twenty five it is, since I was born,
No, I don't wanna go over silver,
Twenty five, I would rather stay upon.

No more "hez still growin' up"
No more "tz only a hiccup"
No more "he'll learn to be wise"
No more "his childishness is nice"
But on the other side of twenties,
My life is full at large,
Shoes may not or shoes may shine,
And my mistakes are none but mine.

A last bid of bye to clingin' adolescence,
But I can't bite dust anymore in a brawl,
And get away with it in a overhaul.
You know I cant get into small tricks,
Coz am twenty-six!

The cart of life goes Rickety-Dickety,
And I will soon be marching on my thirty,
Babies with soft hands and orange feet,
Yeah, you know the feat,
Calling me Dad and Athimber and Chithappa,
With staring eyes of stunning awe,
And you realize you have the next generation;
What you were once, reflected to you,
You are one up in the queue!

Life is about growin' up, not growin' old,
Age doesn't matter, stay young at heart,
Oh yea, people do say so, so bold;
But it is not theirs but your fart!

Twenty six is jus' around the corner,
Inviting me with speculating eyes ..
Twenty five years has taught me this,
Let me tell you what life is:
To live life sublime,
Live it one year at a time!