Of old age now I am fond,
With it now I have firm bond;
Silvery hair and shrunken cheeks,
On eyes a pair of spects antique.
I am now for the world showpiece,
Through sudden slips tongue often fleece;
Of old age now I am fond,
With it now I have firm bond.
* A rejoinder to Ruth Walter’s ‘Old Age’.
wow a lovely poem for senior citizens but for me I will always respect those grey hairs you remind me lots of my grandfather who is no more now surely a tenner for yours love anjali
C.P., I remember my dear mother saying over and over, old age does not come by itself. Today with body aging, health failing, I can feel the words she spoke. However, I have learned to live with my senior years and not become old myself; they have become the most rewarding of a long and happy life. So like you I am fond of old age. In Africa they say that when an old man leaves this world, a library dies, judging from the reading I obsorb, they could be right! You have written a poem of inspiration for all senior people. Thank you regards Bob
Good work CP, we have to accept the inevitable in the end, 10 Lynda xx
Sharma Ji I hope your sunset is still a way off I am just getting to know you.10
Accepting old age is the best way to be and appreciating beauty and knowing our contribution to the world. Your words of wisdom are backed up with great rhyme and I love 'through sudden slips tongue often fleece'! 10 love Karin
Old age arrives, whether we like it or not, So we may as well be content with our lot. Age brings its own beauty, with other things of course, But think on it, pal, being dead would be worse. A lovely poem, my friend. Good wishes for many more years of reading your work. Hugs from Great Grandmama.
just like in a baby...this aged look has a glow of love i feel...a beautiful poem sir...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are all sunset travelers. It is just that some of us reach the West before others do. I love your title.10, from me. As always, Sandra