Changing Times

Times … When I did something, and looked up on who is going to clap.

Times … When I did something and frantically looked around to mend things before someone sees.

I got goodies and candies to celebrate accomplishments and learnings.

All those times when I was a kid as I grew.

Times … When I did something and sometimes people appreciate. 

Times … When I did something, and knew I need to acknowledge and mend.

I got folded cards that I could open with a smile. They were not delicious but gave a good feel.

All those time when was a teen and young adult.

Times … When I did something and people accept everything done. 

Times … When I did something, explain the failure, own to mend and learn it soon.

No credits or mentoring. Only hear on what is not being done though the feasibility may be feeble.

This is adulthood. 

The promised Wings

The wings that take you on a ride though the world

The wings that flap to make it to you.

The wings that are promised to you to be yours and help you fly in glee.

When you are fuming and burning yourself,

The wings do not come to you as they fear burning their feathers.

For you are to relieve yourself off the flames of anger.

The reason for the flames could be sane or insane

The story could be told or untold.

The flames and the heat could be true.

Fight out of the flames. You need to do a pride show

Showing off your coolness

And welcome the wings again with a cheering ceremony.

You need to workout of your anger all by yourself.

Grow strong. Let the flames not ignite again.

Be your own strength and use the wings as your accessory only.

When you promise to be the wings,

Would you fear the flames and rain?

Do you want them to go through what you didn’t like?

Live strong to be able to regrow your feathers and not flee.

The feeling of being content is bliss.