A Lament Poem by Valsa George
A Lament
I know, I grow old….. I grow old
When silver threads peek in my head.
The flush on radiant cheeks wanes,
And a pallid tint creeps unseen.
Fading years have robbed the ardour
And a rigid sobriety sinks and settles.
I hear the howl of autumn winds,
That come to shake off the yellowing leaves.
Dragging tired feet through pavements
I try in vain to keep pace with the young.
Mind grows annoyed and distressed
As the bones beneath the skin go brittle.
The weary body spins rugged,
Like a rusted machine never overhauled.
The soul grows mutinous over things unknown
And reasons hard to trace.......!
There is a tumult in my silence
Like the undercurrents of calm waters.
Through miles on dreary miles of gloom
That stretch out before the eyes, endless,
Where can I find a quiet haven
To lower my burden and rest awhile?
Wonderful poem on old age! The quiet haven is there. I don't know if there is a seat kept vacant for you. Rated *****.
Transport of thoughts must be a processing of emotions dear to one. Ageing can be a rewarding experience as well. I often think about the master poets, philosophers and artists who died young and then begin to rejoice at my own life with a longer entity.As your hair turns white and skins loses its tone, you begin to be more attached to your mental properties which stay back in the real form or even with better claims. We were lucky for having not been babies for ever and similarly we are lucky to reach the next stage of less physical importance.Good sharing for many like to getting older and wiser too over here
And when all these indications may rattle, Something begins to shine, show its mettle. So cheer up dear poet... words from one far older. A brilliantly penned piece.
No false message at all..all true..every old soul laments this way only including me..a very soulful write...excellent Valsa
YOU are truly ANCIENT, Valsa! oh! of course this is NOT about you..............yet! i really like this and i can't find anything (really) to change about it! ha ha. to MyPoemList. and to my/our March 2017 'showcase for PH poets'. Thanks, bri :) favorite lines: Through miles on dreary miles of gloom That stretch out before the eyes, endless, Where can I find a quiet haven To lower my burden and rest awhile? Answer: two and half miles farther ahead, turn right, go thirty meters. there's a McDonalds on your right. bon appetite! i think they have Big McCurry there for lunch and supper.
Yes, I am 'Ancient, not quite modern! So gad to see my poem in your favorite poem's list! As suggested by you, I shall enter a Mc Donalds and place an order for Sausage Mc Muffin and some chicken fritters! Bri, had it not been for your instant wit, you wouldn't have become such a 'notorious' and pleasing presence on poem hunter!
Slowly, Slowly, parting curtains The day emerges Like a lazy boy Disinclined to be roused from sleep It's beautiful and amazing..............10
We all face old age but a poet can feel it more and can describe it in a beautiful poem........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 4:03:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
being 60 i can feel that tumult in the silence... the insecurity and loneliness of the mind and the weakness of old age on the body also well expressed....