The Olden Age Is A Golden Age. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

The Olden Age Is A Golden Age.



He lost his teeth and so the taste.
He lost appetite.
No lustre, no vigour, no company.
Lonely, no more with the bed mate.
Is old age a curse? No.

I am in no demand, no obligation.
All the time is mine; a lot to do.
The things once aspired,
The things once left unfinished,
The things once abandoned,
Now I have to do,
To do before time runs out.
I shall do it as I wish
And when I wish.
I shall feel the feeling of well being.
The old age is a golden age.
01.07.2001, Pkd

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Tait 30 August 2012

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Daniel Tait 30 August 2012

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Hop on my pogo, pogo, pogo, Cause we're gunna go, go, Get outta here yo. Don't wait for the snow, I'm as black as a crow, Go for olympic gold like I row, You know I will win, that's fo show. This poem is long, think it needs a good mow, Better than a book, like wind and the willow, Winning 75k, cause I'm making the dough, Young at heart so I'll shout #YOLO Feedback is appreciated.

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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India
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