Time on Tiptoe

Resigning from a job can turn out to be little sensitive and many a times it doesn’t seem to retain the vivacity of the initial days. As days near, its natural for fear to creep in; for one, you are leaving the comfort zone for the unknown. And then again there is that moment where you have to pass on the crown of glory, to the successor.

Did you hear that sound?

Can you feel the tremor?

It’s the Time on tiptoe

The sky is dark outside

You close your eyes to sleep

A peek again and lo!

The sky is bright;

Everything light and clear

It’s the Time on tiptoe

You were running in the pasture

And you bent to pick up the bloom

You rise and lo;

The warmth of green has vanished

Leaving a structure in stone

The bloom you held has fallen

Urging you to look for more

It’s the Time on tiptoe