Conversation with my older self

My old self
I am enjoying you
Remembering my young self
Teasing my teenage naughty self
A trouble maker “I”
This thing broke, jumped from here and there
Being scolded by elders
Giving orders time to time
Teaching me manners
And “I” the busiest person
Handling dolls, laughing with cartoons
Such a naughty I
Making scared my sister from knife
Being a little gangster
“I” the don of my own
Endless joy with laughing colors
Every time on Saturday eve
Watching the favorite
Korean drama
With my favorite character “Jagma”
And learning so many things from this
Applying it on my childhood plays
In every rainy season with
My little sister
Used to play on the roof
In my incomplete home
Where rain’s water stored
In the heavily rainy day
There were two sides
The holes were full of rainy water
One was the golden river
The other was silver river
Aye, CHAPAAK
Jumping into the river of our dreams
Making fun of each other
Playing with paper boat
Collecting so many memories
Hey, my dear older self you are not lonely
You are keeping such interesting
Lively memories with you
What if you walk slowly
What if you speak with a shaky voice
What if you lost the youthfulness
You still have lot of things to live
To lean on
What would make you smile
Remember every beautiful scene of life
When you take last breath
Surely you would reside in heaven
Because your memories are precious
Enough to make you moving on
ahead and ahead
Making the journey “blossomed”
Joyfully with your presence

_the poetess
By my pen