I

Staring at the album before me,

Memories came floating around me,

Dancing memories of good and old,

Came rushing and flooding my mind.

The front page of the album bears,

A smiling child in his birth suit,

Casting a cute shy look,

He showed his grace and beauty.

I stopped turning the pages,

When I saw a boy in trousers,

He was so naughty at times,

Running around the house all time.

Next page holds the picture of a man,

In a neat and nice wedding suit,

Looking so handsome and hot,

He showed his strength and power.

Then I closed the book of memories,

And looked up at the mirror in front,

There I saw an old gentleman,

Waiting for his time to come.

Yesterday's I is today’s I,

Today’s I will be tomorrow’s I,

Whatever changes happens around,

I am I and that will not change.