Old Is Gold. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

Old is gold, perhaps better
Than gold, gems, diamonds,
The wisdom got cannot be beaten,
Mostly free from sensualties,
Thinking like a child again,
Life is a little pain,
With the settlement of ailments only,
Memories of the past sweet,
Seldom sour, of the times spent,
In facing hardships, overcoming
Many people of great friendship,
Conslong self in troubles,
A self practice without malice,
A sereen mind with little to dream,
Even daring to welcome
The onset of death anytime,
Oldage in humans in golden age,
With no greed, except a feeling,
Of a survival mostly distateful.


Ravikiran Arakkal