An old man sitting on the walkway,
Asked each passerby for a word.
Barely did anyone stop by,
For it seemed highly absurd.
I wrote on a piece of paper
And kept it in the old wrinkled hand.
Only to find out later
He could not comprehend.
In that moment, instead of being shy,
The old man smiled and asked for its meaning.
I explained but then I asked “Why?”
Said, “I am addicted to learning.”
~Each of us have something to teach but more importantly we all have so much to learn and not from only books or teachers but from each other as well.
Remember how hard it was when you started learning how to ride a bike?
Today when you look back at it, it seems easy. Well, that’s pretty much how life is.
Hey dad, look!
I am riding without training wheels.
Guess you were right,
Wounds incurred while learning heals.
I wish life was also like that,
As simple as riding a bike.
For I am trying to balance,
Failing by falling at every strike.
Or maybe these are learnings too,
So these wounds shall also heal fast.
Life (if) is like a bike,
Let’s balance like we did in the past.