Another week Passed by

Another week passed by,
Leaving memories,
Some cheers, some worries.
My duaghter is now a week older,
trying to stand on her floudering feet,
everytime her attempt little bolder.
She kisses my head, where there is a grey hair,
grown and flourished in last few days,
I tell myself you woun't be young always.
Time slips down like water from hills,
before you realise, it kills,
kills your childhood, your youth,
your dreams, your pleasures,
your virility, your feminity.
This week like many others before,passed without any disquietude,
that's what dicomforts me.
Because transquality is for lakes, not for oceans.
oceans, there are troughs and crests,
tides flow low and high.
Another week passed by,
Leaving memories,
Some cheers, some worries.