Old Age Knocks Poem by JOEL VICTOR KIMUTAI

i miss the warmth of my mothers embrace
i miss the scolding i had gotten used to from my dad
i miss the many escapades i had with my friends then
i miss growing into a lovely young gentleman full of life
i miss taking her out and seeing the smile on her face lighting up life in her
i miss proposing to her getting engaged and celebrating our wedding
i embrace the walking stick in my hand as i grow old with her in the other hand
surrounded by our grandchildren we thank God for our lineage