Vision is almost blurred
“No clear picture” I murmured
Wife was by the side and I whispered
“Is that you”? I gently spoke and smiled
It was not happening same way
But I found the difference anyway
The youth was slipping away from hand
Many people had departed who were real friends
I wished for more innings to play
The old age was likely to stay
For longer period than expected
I was happy and fully contended
Body takes its own course
In decaying and searching silence
Some of urges start winding
There are no more attempts in finding
Now I am unable to hold tea cup or cigarette
As it was used to be some years back or lately
Now I find it difficult to manage
I think it is effect of an age
Feet may crumble in year to come
I shall not be able to stand for welcome
Yet the spirit may not die out that easily
I have lived so far and fought gallantly
Great poetry from a great poet. Olurotimi Adeola2 hours ago This is a must read for this disillusioned world
Vision is almost blurred “No clear picture” I murmured
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yet the spirit may not die out that easily I have lived so far and fought gallantly. Beautiful lines. It is the spirit that matters. Thank you.