Old Is Gold(A Tribute To Oldies) Poem by Fatima Obaid

tiredness on smile, wrinkled face emotions
hardness of hands, bulged veins by miles motion
permanent symbol of hard work, can't be told
earned marks of hard work cant be sold
weight of endless memories they hold
this make them very mature and bold
watching the world as cold
their action and thinking got mold
with running years fold
they become sharply engraved 'gold'
They Judge every person by an eagle eye
My Old, My Old, I Love you bits and pie
(14.1.16)