When
Wildflowers wilt,
And
Birdsong turns into a lone caw
And
Lush grass turns yellow;
That’s when
We’ll go.
When
The iron fence starts to rust
And
Wooden deck chairs decay
And
Wind chimes fall apart;
When
Music we love becomes outdated
And
Books we read go out of print
And
Things we treasure seem worthless;
When
Skin around our mouths wrinkles
And
Our bodies don’t work the same
And
Every breath is a countdown;
That’s when
We go and
Our life begins.
About Navika Dasani
Navika Dasani has been writing poems officially since the sixth grade, but her writing journey started from the moment she was born. When she is not busy writing, you will find her singing, reading, fencing, studying, or cooking; but she’s always telling stories.
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