Somewhere Past Midnight or must say burning the midnight oil again. The Clock ticks by and so does a deadline. Some assignments loom by and a book half unread teases me by that bookmark which has a childish glee about it. Priorities must be attended to which reminds me that this month's savings will have to get that “crucial” coffee-maker aka life saviour.
Now for that person drumming in my mind that with “great powers come great responsibilities”, I still need to ask Him what about the simple ones? A child looks up my face and just expects me to “be”, a grown up looks down my face and just expects me to “belong”. Guess that's not much to ask. A Basic Human Purpose To Exist.
Achievements are too many, milestones shine and show me the paths I have crossed. Getting to Humour, Robert Frost seems to be applauding from Heaven for demystifying his “miles to go before I sleep”.and Madame Curie thinks that for species like yours trully did she create that night-shine clock. Yet what I earn and what I save in the end of the day.
Kiddo tells me “Mom,I don't want to be treated like a grown up boy yet”
