Whacked and Walloped by life

Passage of life goes on its pace  

Pranked by its vagaries we are  

while I’d like to caper and chase

I am sure, what’s planned is bizarre.

I rise, rubbing off the debris of time,

Legs give away, bearing the brunt of age.

Instinct says, into cocoon, to climb.

Sticking to determination, a battle I wage.

The chain of events slips by unseen

Vulnerabilities sets the bar low.

While my youth, I attempt to preen.

Insecurities land me a harsh blow.