Being A Child Again

I am impatient,
I am dependent,
I totally rely on you;
I wish to be pampered.

I want to be loved and cared,
I know you can bear my tantrums.
I need an occasional pat on my back,
I wish you are always there, with me, for me!

Yes, I am a child, not literally.
I am a child at heart.
My soul is 'now' weak and feeble.
I am nearing towards the end
Of this long, long journey!

These roller-coaster rides
Are no more very exciting.
I know it's not the end,
But it ISN'T the start either.

Will I be able to cherish
This closing deal...
And at the same time
Make it memorable for others too.

Do you have SOME time,
To empathize with these flutterings,
Of a hopeful heart
And a sinking soul?

I know...
There's a huge gap.
A vast disparity,
That was always there;
That will always stay...
Probably till eternity!

Every age has its shades of glory, grace and grimace... These tints are difficult (although, not impossible), to be understood by others who aren't sailing in the same boat.