PALMSTREETS

If I'am left to ponder on-
What I hold and what's gone.
The best things, shall I recall first,
B'coz the worsts are too expensive to cry for.

Which street of life's journey, am I upon..
I think, as I open my palm,
With all the crisscrossings
I see a busy town, with men walking on...

First, I see, an old oak tree,
With a withered mark etched on..
The 'Ageometer', is what I read,
It measures how strong are your feet.

There, I find a thin-lean man,
Who hold's a kite and a basket in his hands,
The kite's strings are his frins of family
Relations are in the basket, kept perfectly.

On Oxford Street, is next I see
Another man, with grey hair and a glowing victory;
Walking slowly and covering the race,
With a bundle of books and a hat that fits his face.

Not far, I locate, a well dressed man,
Walking on the Marriage Farm,
The road is a mix of orange and green,
With lots of apples on all its trees.

Nearby, a man with a huge bag
Is on the road to Money's Town..
With all his forehead muscles tense
He holds a very busy frown.

Who's that man,singing, I see,
And whistling as he's passing on..
With a deck of cards, that's all in his hands,
He makes his way to Luck's Land.

Right next,I see a milestone
Which reads--"Not far from the World of Glee"
I guess that's the destination we all seek,
It's upto us, we reach or reced.

Is this the rainbow, we urge to see,
Is this the wealth, we want to achieve,
I ponder as I look on-
The crisscrossings of my own palm!