Senescence

Sometimes I wonder

About my old blunders

The choices I made

The consequences that stayed

Among others

Sometimes I wonder

Why father kissed me

Why mother dismissed me

Why they both left me

with nothing to say

Sometimes I wonder

Will she forgive me?

Will he forget me?

Why did it spare me?

Did they regret my help?

Sometimes I wonder

If an impact I made

If she would have stayed

If they could make their way

Without me

Sometimes I wonder

Then I remember

That I am forgetful

In my old age.

Memories fade

Better that way

But…

Sometimes I wonder

If others feel the same

If my promotions were wise

If I could ask them

Would they despise me?

Sometimes I wonder

If they will wonder too

Sometimes…

A pony knocked softly on the door.

Celestia’s pen left the page. “Come in,” she said.

Luna poked her head in. “We will be late for the meeting, sister.”

Tia closed her journal and stood up. “Of course. Sorry, I was just writing something down, before I forgot it.” She joined Luna in the hallway.

“Honestly, sister. Sometimes I worry about you,” Luna muttered. “Spending so much time with that journal cannot be healthy.”

The hallway was empty, save the mutterings of a crowd from the other end. It was loud enough to pierce the doors; no easy feat.

“You collect many hobbies in old age, dear sister,” Celestia said simply.

“I can only imagine.”

Celestia’s smile flickered. “Hopefully you won’t have as many as I do, then.”

Luna laughed. “By Tartarus, let’s hope so,” she said playfully.

The doors swung open, and the two princesses settled into their thrones as the meeting began.

"I spied a pretty mare. . ."

I spied a pretty mare;

She had a beautiful pair.

She asked me out,

Even though I'm a lout,

But I found she had asked on a dare.

"Pony haiku 1"

Pleasant fashion show

Giant laser kills a god

Friendship is magic