Thousands of thoughts traverse,
My mind ever in motion, muse?!
Sometimes;
Yet sometimes Flash away,
Akin lightening through darkened sky;
Day dreaming and often murmuring thyself,
A converse with the past come forth?!
Frothing up to surface thine mind,
Often sad and pleasant some kind;
Presume may be a timeless sojourn!
Now learnt to live up and enjoy: mourn;
Not for what is gone but with resilience
Life is given, Blessed and Bestowed knoweth
You all Tricenarian!