When old and haggard, one becomes in life,
Each fleeting moment passes by God’s grace,
Love’s yearning, want of care adds on to strife,
A mellowed look replaces mask on face!
The glorious past is evergreen in minds;
The world’s indifference anguishes the heart;
The search for God, a new dimension finds;
Living the ebbing days becomes an art!
The younger world neglects the elderly;
Engrossed in selfishness, they spend their day;
To tend to old is waste of time surely!
But should they not return their love some way?
Self-caged by immobility, time goes;
The only friend is God when life turns worse!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-08-2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem