Valsa George

Is This What We Call Aging? - Poem by Valsa George

Sitting in a restaurant
Over a cup of coffee
And silently having our dinner
With hardly anything exciting
Either to brag or blather
My eyes got hooked
On the occupants of the table, next

Two kids, seated on small chairs
A boy and a girl, obviously a pair of twins
Adorably cute, their father, so young
Who having placed the order
Were in wait for their turn

Carrying a tray, as the waiter arrived
With something of the plainest kind,
Small cartons of French fries,
Bottles of sauce and plain ice cream
The little faces gleamed in excitement
Their beaded eyes riveted,
And their heads bobbed in happy approval

As their Dad opened the carton
And placed before them
French fries sprinkled with some sauce,
The children, sprang to their feet
With an upsurge of delight,
Jumping up and down,
Clapping their hands and shouting!

At a small distance, sat we
‘Solemnly’ consuming our meal
With nothing to titillate our palette
Or excite our toned nerves.

I thought;
How, in course of time,
Everything becomes a routine ritual
And what stark difference
Between our subdued composure
And the overwhelming excitement of kids!
They haven’t learned yet
That such open expression of emotions,
Is not in keeping with accepted norms

To what peaks of joy, they get catapulted
With mere trifles and silly baubles
While we remain ever at the bottom
Unable to be lifted up

Is this what we call aging?
The death of spring, the summer’s dirge
Or the chill wave of winter’s blast? ?

Comments about Is This What We Call Aging? by Valsa George

  • Akhtar JawadAkhtar Jawad (9/3/2015 2:16:00 AM)

    Much has been said about this poem, what can I add, all that can I say, it; s a great poem from a great poetess but I miss something, why can't I may rate it above ten. May I suggest the editors of PH, add an above 10' for the raters and the poets. (Report)Reply

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  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (11/27/2014 12:51:00 PM)

    Yes with advance in age everything looks dry and as if loosing charms and appeals no more to us, hence
    cold reaction to all......whereas children are spirited and bubbling with energy so they react without inhibition.......
    Valsa.....this is wonderfully scripted with amazing lines.....10/10

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  • Chandra Thiagarajan (9/22/2013 10:41:00 AM)

    The wonderful way in which children express their feelings without inhibition and the manner in which we bottle up our emotions is truly due to aging. Beautiful portrayal, Valsa! (Report)Reply

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  • Unwritten SoulUnwritten Soul (9/22/2013 2:43:00 AM)

    I enjoy each line of this poetical story...and the ending was so nice with the question that embark the meaning of our life in journey in us_Soul (Report)Reply

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  • Elena SanduElena Sandu (9/21/2013 6:22:00 PM)

    Thank you dear Valsa for this wonderful poem! Reminding me of the children's way to express happiness, yeey! I hope one day to have the kids in my neighbourhood teaching us the adults, bringing back the truthful joy you pointed here in this poem.. A very inspiring poem, loved it! (Report)Reply

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  • Danny Draper (9/16/2013 7:44:00 AM)

    Many aged are 17 inside and while seeming bored and suppressed by norms are ageless but compliant. I love the raucous little kids with joy all over spilled and know too soon it will be curbed and muted conformity will slip them into adulthood with grim and worldly woes and yet we should keep the mix of youthful awe and drab old age composed. A fine write and a great conversation. (Report)Reply

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  • Hazel DurhamHazel Durham (9/15/2013 11:08:00 AM)

    I do think we lose the freedom of expression as we age, everything become's routine and our great passion for life begins to fade like day to night but I believe we can ignite our passion for life again!
    Beautiful write!

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  • Tribhawan KaulTribhawan Kaul (9/15/2013 12:04:00 AM)

    Age has always been graceful and acceptance of age is maturity but a child like heart erupts again and one can experience childlike enthusiasm mentally if not physically. A beautiful composition. (Report)Reply

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  • Diane HineDiane Hine (9/14/2013 6:00:00 AM)

    If we allowed ourselves to eat as many French fries and as much ice cream as we really wanted to, we might get excited too. It's the self-imposed limitations that take the fun out of it, but I think you're right and your poem sums up the differences between the young and old very well. (Report)Reply

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  • Dinesh NairDinesh Nair (9/13/2013 9:15:00 AM)

    This is what we call aging and change of times. You had your fun long long ago and you can again have it in your grand children's company if they too go a little non conventional while then. (Report)Reply

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  • Valsa GeorgeValsa George (9/13/2013 2:38:00 AM)

    Dear Tajudeen
    Your analysis of the situation is quite correct. I always feel that you carry the comments to such an extent, that they have greater depth than the poems themselves. Yes aging has many advantages: it transforms our childish babblings into wise sayings. As Browning says... Grow old along with me/ The best is yet to be. Still, when time like a winged bird, whizzes past making our youth turn into old age, we are prone to ask..... 'where are the songs of spring? '..... Thanks for taking the time to make such an analytical and beautiful comment!

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  • Tajudeen ShahTajudeen Shah (9/13/2013 12:02:00 AM)

    Aging is not sitting and settling in silence or wishing to be in tranquility. The wonder you have experienced upon looking the twin children was a thoughtful comparison of the present and the past yourself been through. True, reactions to situations and degree of emotions vary based on many factors. Above the state of metabolism, the company with whom we are too might add excitement and craving in eating, drinking, and many other such instances of life. Your observation and thoughts have resulted in this wonderful verse, which, as this humble mortal do, many aging members would sure to enjoy and would engage in gathering such priceless beads of the past to compare and conceive, regret and rejoice, find solace in their current age, thinking of those aged than them and even about those who have turned stars even! Aging is a blessing, as babbles might transform into wise sayings. In tender ages, even if one wishes, would not be able to measure the worth and gravity of this most complex phenomenon; LIFE. Aging would only open those heavy doors of intellectual treasures, that all futurity might well be able to dine upon and preserve for the generations that might sprout on the blessed Time-Tree. Your verse still prompts me to keep writing.. wonderful experience. God Bless. (Report)Reply

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  • Kavya .Kavya . (9/12/2013 11:57:00 PM)

    a marvellous write Valsa Mam.........u have created a sense of ecstasy and joy in your poem along with the loneliness and craving of old age............with time, so many things change, ....we crave for the lost days......for the noise of our kids, to play with them, to dance and laugh with them.......a superb write.....11/10 (Report)Reply

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  • Yasmin KhanYasmin Khan (9/12/2013 1:25:00 PM)

    Dear Valsa this poem has sprung up directly from your heart so touches the heart even at first quick reading, So truly you have depicted your feelings.Aging is like calm seas, , deep and mysterious hiding many treasures. Very beautiful write it deserves to be nominated as poem of the day. (Report)Reply

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  • Patricia GranthamPatricia Grantham (9/12/2013 9:44:00 AM)

    Thanks for the memory Valsa as the saying goes. Even though
    age has crept upon us it still does not mean we are to succumb
    to it. We can still enjoy an ice cream cone or ride or even watch
    an old cartoon with laughter and excitement. There is always
    that child within us. A very inspiring write my dear.

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  • Aftab Alam KhursheedAftab Alam Khursheed (9/11/2013 9:48:00 PM)

    A panorama with eyes open watching and watching Valsa you made these words an ocean each Is this what we call aging? The death of spring, the summer’s dirge or the chill wave of winter’s blast? ? Aging is our manifest in fact Valsa it isn't a relay race one ends is others beginning and result includes both thank (Report)Reply

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  • Geetha JayakumarGeetha Jayakumar (9/11/2013 9:44:00 AM)

    Very Lovely poem Valsa...It seems that I could picturise the whole scene..Its definitely your way of presentation which made it lovely.
    It was the time when we went through that phase, we might have not picturised those scenes well, as we were busy with other things also, but as the years passes we feel to be in that memories and remember those minute details so well as if it is refresh in our minds...Yes, its the memories keep us refreshing and make our life beautiful. Loved it.

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  • Nasarudheen ParameswaranNasarudheen Parameswaran (9/11/2013 9:34:00 AM)

    Very beautiful narration which like a creeping plant advances; the comparison quite realistic. I give 10/10 (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, November 4, 2013

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