MINE

As a kid I played and laughed 

With glowing noisy and wrecked toys

I called them mine and kept them in loft 

But soon they perished without any noise 

As a lad I was struck and inflicted with love 

Surrounded by damsels and fluorescent faces

Called them mine and met them at at fleuves

But all of them left leaving no traces 

As a man i was greedy and full of vanity 

Ran after fame, fortune, and glamour 

Called everything mine and lost my sanity 

Nothing remains about which i can stammer 

Now wrinkled and grey i sit in my room

And think of the things I once called mine 

They still exist but they don't make me bloom

I'm done with a life in which nothing was mine 

Dr.Zain