Daya Nandan

Gold Star - 6,395 Points (2.7.1992 / Malaysia)

I Am Growing Weaker With Each Passing Year - Poem by Daya Nandan

More sand descends in my hour glass,
As another year is about to pass,
I am a year older, i grow even more wise,
The dawning of a new year as the sun begins to rise,

It is beautiful sight, there is no doubt,
Though it makes me wonder what i am all about,
I don’t feel much progress as i am growing old,
I am not any richer, i don’t have much gold.

All i feel is stagnant, i don’t seem to progress in life,
While the rest make families, i have yet to find a wife,
What am i doing in life, where am i headed to?
What purpose do i serve under the earthly sky so blue,

I am growing weaker with each passing year,
Bringing me closer and closer to my ultimate fear,
The idea of aging, it is what i fear most in this world,
The inevitability faced by every living boy and girl

And the idea of aging, it keeps reminding me of death,
Reduced mind and body functions before my last breath,
I don’t want to suffer being unable to clearly hear and see
No i cannot fathom my fears conquering me

There is so much that i haven’t achieve and done,
So many interesting things to try under the sun,
I don’t wish to age, i want to live long,
I wish to keep my mind and body healthy and strong,

But alas for now that is just a fantasy in my dreams,
For technology can’t yet bring light to a new reality that beams,
I fear aging so badly, i fear it a little too much,
I fear the grim reaper and his soul devouring touch,

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2015

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