When youth decides to fade
And the halo begins to dim
When the leaves start to fall
And autumn seeps in
It’s not the big successes
Which make you gasp
Nor the big ticket events
Which adorned your past
Time to take in the small things
And begin to savour life
Time to shift gears, and enjoy
The non-events in your stride
Time to watch the butterfly
Emerge from the caterpillar
Time to watch the birds
Sing with rare ardour
Time to try out new hobbies
Time to uplift your mood
Time to reconnect with friends
Time for a renewed childhood
Subir Chakraborty / 18th Feb 2018
poetryforthesoul2018.com 
True, but we still keep chasing the mundane things!
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When the leaves start to fall
And autumn seeps in
These lines reminded me of a famous sonnet by Shakespeare – “That time of year though may’st in me behold, when yellow leaves or none or few do hang upon those boughs which shake against the cold”. But that poem is more about love (perhaps unrequited), ageing and death. This is about hope and regeneration and the eternal cycle of life – a more positive outlook towards life.
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