I want to travel like age old Stars,
Be with them into the unfathomed sky,
Climb into the halo of milky way,
With no fear of time, age and sure death.
I want to be the harbinger of good times,
Mellowed with skirmishes of proclivities,
Time has beckoned the shower of good fortunes.
I no longer purloin and yelp as time has made me hard-edged,
Content and toughened,
Untraveled paths beckon me.
I no longer layoff my excursions,
As I am ready now to take on challenges,
Life brings forth.
I take now paths less traversed,
For I have now imaginings and poise,
As the time flies and age catches on,
I shall leave behind glances and views,
For others to embark,
And that will make all the difference,
Here I motion you to,
Take on where I guide.