Crossing the edge

Crossing the edge

It's about a aging person whose life is on his medicines and without those he can't simply imagine a single day. It's a reality in modern world nowadays. 

Crossing the edge 

Did I notice
Oh ! they are speaking
They are speaking to myself

The bumpy grumpy bottles
& tiny ones of the shelf

The glass standing erect
even talks quite a lot
He frowns at me
and reminds me that
He is not an ordinary pot

He says

"Hey it's time now
Come close & fill me with some water

Take that one which is shining very bright
Take it fast as much you can
and you'l feel good in night"

Listening to that 

The blue capsule so cute it is
Asking me for a pop

Oh yes
I must take it else my heart
May get stop

The glass of milk staring at me
Now asking me for the take
Here's gone in my hands dear
Now I will not shake

I affirm I forgot a lot
Skip you all
It's the sign of aging

Thanks to you all
You remind me a lot
Which saves me from damaging

Do talk to me like this
It helps me keep in my brain
With the help of you all
Time flies well and I live a life
Free of pain

Here how life goes ,on its track
Let it flow it's own way.
We must enjoy every show

My life is all going good
Rest I don't bother to know

I have my own cute medicines
And they will take the  call

Should I sleep
Or have miles to GO