Youth and age
Can not go together
They stay together
But walks alone.
When I brush my hairs
I see me growing old
Hairs are falling
My youth is leaving me.
I look around
Winter has settled in my life
Winter is setting in, , , , , and so is the futlity of this exercise called life, , but keep drinking till there is wine in the goblet, ,10+
I love this piece.i makes my reflect.When i think of youth and age..i cant help thinking of God.. Growing old is a blessing from God...i cant stay with my youth forever but i will be thankful to God at least i will reach old age..and not die young....God loves you...
Yes time is the cruelest enemy, I also feel like it. Nice poem with the flavor of truth.10 for it.
every dawn is a new born life...and believe me, every dusk is a death coffin... age irrespective...ten for a thematic write..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A truth ver poetically depicted indeed.I like the way you've said about senescence.Thank you