Ambivalent Poem by suja nair

Growing old is not a pleasure, the very thought gives a sadness,
As the days go by, and I see the world growing...Yesterdays
kids are today's youth......... When I used to look out of my window.
Little kids holding their mums hands go running in to the school van.
happily, joyfully, a bliss of the sadness around, they know only love,

I watch them every day, it is one of my favorite time pass...
The enthusiasm of parents to give the best to their little ones, and
the joy of children its heart warming.......I always wish they grow up to be responsible children, and a good citizen.....

The very little ones, are grown up now, have become young men and women..............and me......am I going old...no, never
I think of the verses from Gita, The body goes old, but not the soul
Yes, true, very true, one in young as long as he thinks young......

But still a sadness, the world is growing fast, one day, a day when I am no more in this world.......will I ever be thought off...will I ever be remembered.........for my good deeds.....at-least...
Or I ask myself, have I really done something good for the world to remember me, I was not a leader, nor I was famous in any way.....

I console my self, at least my family, my friends who really know me....know what I am, and many to whom I have been helpful in one way or other will surely remember me........if not shed a tear, a smile may be............Old age....or growing old.......

May be, yes, do not worry of growing old, live your life at every stage, to its full.....do all what you can, in the limits provided, and I am sure the rest will be taken care off...........I do believe in God, its left to him......so enjoy the present and live it full.........