World Affairs And Beyond

Just because you're getting older, doesn't mean you have to get old.

You say I've changed, You say I'm not the same. Remind me of how I used to be? I'd love to hear it from you. I don't remember myself, The me that you remember, From the days of old. I don't know how I was back then, Were not I, as I am today? There are no images of me, In my mind; from yonder years. What is so different about me today? Could it be that your vision has changed? Could it be that we're not meeting, at a battle field today? Is it I, or has your perception of me changed? © Sobia Nosheen (3rd March 2012)