About Old Age Poem by shimon weinroth

About Old Age

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promised in old age
I would have solitude
pleasant and sublime,
happiness and security

filled with memories,
satisfying and sweet,
and it came to pass
old age caught up

it's not one particular
day of reckoning
that came knoocking on my chest
short gasps of breath

pains of rheumatism
malfunctioning of the plumbing
its not the pain and slowing down
that follows me around

not even the glee and merry
laughter echoing,
of a new generation surrounding
can compensate all, on its own

solitude when sought
soon filled with electronic buzzing
Hybla bees stinging with their poison
false promises of honey

waves of fear appear
of being left
alone with memories
all on your own

memories crowded with others
wings spread in flight and delights
winging their way, alighting
then vanishing into a fog of recall

returning only in part when surrounded
by the bugles of whim, need and fancy

I have been to the outer regions of space
and found myself wanting,
no safer than before,
been to the moon and stars

to the bottom of oceans
my eyes have seen the glory
of creations seen before
looked over the rim of volcanoes

shook with typhoons and earthquakes
tragedy and war
and I know that I am not alone
I have been to the peaks

of happiness and joy
I have seen the pages of literatre and stories,
unfold before my eyes
the knowledge of others spread out before me

what makes me so restless,
it all never seems enough
now that old age has caught up
and too much is voyeured

this plaintiff is both a romantic
of the past
and a gadfly of protest,
is not satisfied we are doing our best

in our quest for more
and more years
nor the quality
of our tears

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ashraful Musaddeq 17 October 2008

Heart-touching composition. A beautiful poem on old age from the experience. Wonderful,10+

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