Growing Old Poem by Tony Adah
Growing Old
When the back begins to bend
Over the chest
And knees crick in a wobbling walk
With desertification of the forehead
And everything hair turns to gray
Like the white hibiscuses,
And a third leg is desirable
Then the conscious will see death
Leaving them in oblivion
And the prayer will be to let the soul
Go its way and let the earth have his meal.
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/30/2024 4:05:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
let the soul go on its way..