Thirty years of meaninglessness
Thirty years of being there
Thirty years of walking around
Thirty years of going nowhere
Thirty years of disinclination
Thirty years of moulding clay
Thirty years of exploration
Thirty years of work and pay
Thirty years with eyes closed
Thirty years with closed tomorrows
Thirty years with arms closed
Thirty years close to sorrows
Thirty years of youthful folly
Coupled with numerous addictions
Thirty years dragged on like a joke
Thirty years of contradictions
Thirty years of speaking with self
Thirty years of losing sleep
Thirty years of breathing alone
More such years are mine to keep
Frank Solanki 