The deftness of the firm and untrembling hands,
Those days when bouts of insanity eluded me,
Those times spent well, all soaked-up in mirth,
The sprightliness of my hay days,
The curiosity and innocence of my childhood days,
I wish I could tug them along, for posterity!
How sublime it would be, to live a sane life!
But what is life, if you don’t savour the newness?
Life is not about drowning in the monotonous,
but growing through the ache of every decay,
and smiling in every bloom!
Weekly Prompt: For Posterity