I wrote this as a song for my Literature Project in grade 9, inspired by John Keats’s “Ode to Autumn”.
It has been published in our Annual School Magazine: The Generian (session 2011-2012) !!!
When I woke up one day
Life had changed in a weird way
‘Cause I was, a little girl of five
Walking through a lush green meadow
Hearing the thrushes sing
Watching the honeybee hive
The flowers bloomed
I didn’t even know the meaning of gloom
Holding my momma’s hand
I ran across the leveled land
And then, the picture changed
Blocking my carefree way, stood a mountain
And I wasn’t a little girl any more
With my head held high, I started climbing up
People were watching from below
As through the sky I soared.
And I realized that:
At every step, life does change
Nothing ever, remains the same
Life’s summer ends, Autumn begins
Winter’s incoming, Life’s begun shortening.
And there I was, climbing up the mountain
At every step, I was ageing
From a high spirited teenage girl
To a pretty little lady
And for a few moments
When I looked from left to right
I saw patches of colourful flowers,
Which started to wither at the growing height
But, I still had the energy
And willpower, to reach my final destiny
And after a few years of non-stop endeavor
I had fulfilled my desire
Was finally at the top of the mountain
Emerging victorious, feeling elated
As if, I’d been ruling the world
But by then, I was totally drained.
And I realized that:
At every step, life does change
Nothing ever, remains the same
Life’s summer ends, Autumn begins
Winter’s incoming, Life’s begun shortening.
But, that feeling of victory
Was, only just momentary
And it was, nearing twilight
I was exhausted
Couldn’t go a step further
Was in a pitiable plight
I laid down on the grass which was yellow-green
My eyelids were heavy, I soon dropped off to sleep
And after that, when I woke up
I found myself in my present state
An old, grey-haired woman, resting her head
On the back of my rocking-chair
Waiting for death, while listening to mournful music
Counting out my last days, as I am really sick
Then finally, the time to wait is over
I see Death approaching, everybody’s crying
And I realized that:
At every step, life does change
Nothing ever, remains the same
Life’s summer ends, Autumn begins
Winter’s incoming, Life’s begun shortening.
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