Senility Poem by Indira Renganathan

Those of us who are senile have advantages: We can hide our own Easter eggs. We can read the same book over and over, never needing to buy a new one. And... I forget what the other advantages are. Congratulations on poem of the day!

To loose one's mind is not a good prospect. I think death would come as a relief 10

Death is part of us. Living on earth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

First of all congratulations madam for seeing your poem as the poem of the day. Senility itself is Hades. Death is mysterious but truth. Death may come at any moment. Day by day, breath by breath we have to remember this. Very thoughtful poem you have shared...10

Death chooses no one. The physical and mental infirmity of old age comes to all. It's the second childhood that makes the loved ones sometimes stressful... It teaches us to love our body, soul and spirit to be worthy before God come judgment day... Thanks..

Those some board death By their own way to quit - it takes brave ones to do so! Thank you for sharing Mam.

Apologies, I meant Indira. Loved Savita's comments.

A very moving poem, Savita, written with great understanding. Great choice for poem of the day. Well done.

Suffering of senile, old and sick is something beyond comprehension. It invokes a deep sadness with no solution in sight.. Congratulations and thank you for sharing the poem of such important topic.

Heartiest Congratulations on the Poet Of The Day as also on the genesis of the feelings about most intriguing topic and it's quest n acceptance.