Confident One. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The old gentleman complained
My vision is impaired though I can see a little
My thoughts are running here and there
Without proper attention or memory
My wrists are sore to a certain ways
The nail thumps became soft with age marks
Life I have run so fast, but with vigor
Dedicated myself to my family up bring
Here this old age contributed me the handicaps
But still I am ready to swim across this ocean
The I knew the life itself is an ocean
Only courage and will power will help me.