Old Age Poem by Isatou Juwara
Old Age
My grandmother, she's so old
has no teeth
poor grandmother, once the village beauty
can hardly see
to talk to gandmother, i have to shout
for grandmother
can barely hear.
But she can walk long distance places
with energy emanating from bygone days
when relentlessly she toiled under the African sun
So now when young men
ask me for a dance
i cannot help but wonder
at my old age
who will???
My Mother is 90...she is loved by so many people..beauty has many forms..
abso brill lovely lines.....well written and conceived..... liked em :) sat
An adage before the start of craddle again.Well said and written...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 4:59:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
the first para is beautifully expressed...very nice and true.