The Old Age Poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam

Old Age itself is a disease
“We are mortal”, is its message

Skin wrinkles, hair becomes white
Grey matter too gets depleted
Senses gradually fail
Lamenting for all this is of no avail;

Coordination between mind and body
Resonance between mind and heart
Suffer, and is done to body damage
And our near and dear get ready to pay homage;

Crying we enter
Enticed we grow
Tired (tried) we feel
Died others say;

Old age itself is a disease
“We are mortal’ is its message

Old age is the messenger cautioning about the inevitability;
We must be prepared gracefully
To dismember ourselves
From this beautiful planet
And use old age for reminiscences;

Leaving harsher and mere worldly things to our children
Can earn but need not be after money
Can be engaged in activities but can be in a detached way
Sharing our wisdom and maturity;

We should see roses in December
And charm in the twilight
Before the night falls;

Old age is itself a disease
”We are mortal”, is its message