The 25 kilometers to office

(At the age of forty, a lady is remembering her old days. She is having high fever at the moment...)

A sunny day of summer, and I was dull and dry,

Some went to work, some to play, I was left to fry..

And in those moments of solitude and lull,

My god, the thermometer, said 100 and a null..

So, I was confined to my room, my body left to ache,

And in the year of the lord 2030, my memories began to wake..

So young and so lovely, I was 25 in those times,

All my hormones were balanced, so were the enzymes..

I worked at a place so far from my house,

I cribbed all along, well I was such a louse..

I cribbed "Why do I have to have to do this, O please",

"In the summer do I boil, in winter do I freeze.."

The road that I went was all dust and hell,

Smoke in my eyes, and jams in the cell..

I hated, loathed, and cursed at my luck and my life,

And I despised from my bosom, those kilometers twenty five..

Everyday, I saw people hurrying to their work,

The road that I went through, my god ! gave me jerk..

And now ! Well.. gone are those days, and gone is my youth,

IN RETROSPECT !! And now !  do I know the truth..

Its so hard to sit here, and I really miss those days,

I wish eons froze ! it was best part of the phase.. (called life)

Give me back the smoke, give me back those jams,

I want to see the trains, I want to feel the trams..

I want to travel like I did, even if it was tortuous,

IN RETROSPECT !! I didn't know I was so fortituous..

I know it wont come even if I shout and I cry,

How much do I want it, when the time is gone and dry..

Folks ! People ! One moment I ask you please,

Listen to what this good lady means as she speaks..

I have lived all my life, thinking what is next,

IN RETROSPECT !! So futile was my pretext..

We should live life the way as it presents, the way as it comes,

For who knows, where will we be, and where will be our chums..

With these words, I leave it to thee (the reader)

Well ! How did I write, How did I see..