Fall time -
mother nature puts on one last show,
parks and trails wear color
before they all go bare
and hug snow.
Feasting on the festive show,
tweeting the joys abound,
and snapping pictures for the facebook,
I lost count for how long was I out,
with all the joints creaking,
I scaled the steps back home,
hauling my aching body;
Till then I believed that you are only as old as you think
but now, looking at the tired soul in the mirror,
I can say,
there is a Generation Gap -
between me and my body!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful write about aging with a tinge of humor.