This will be my first submission at Written On A Whim. The poem is of a highly subjective nature and I suppose would make greater sense to people who live in either one of twin cities. Hope you like it.
Not so long ago,
Little things meant a lot.
Walking across the room,
Climbing a step of a flight of stairs
Were big achievements.
As the years passed by,
I walked way more than just a few steps
But never alone.
With time I started to go solo
But never beyond the great bridge that separated the twin cities;
Crossing it for a family trip was always a thrill.
Coming to the present
A journey across that great bridge is a routine affair, almost mundane.
I look at myself
And see that I have grown;
Far different from that little boy who walked a few steps to his mother’s delight.
I now have strength to stand alone, to traverse the greatest journey
With the goodwill, not the aid of my loved ones.
But every now and then,
I yearn for the big thrills in doing small things
Until I realize that age nor my experience shall allow it anymore.