The Pain Of Ageing Poem by lalitha iyer

The pain of ageing
is pinching all things;
all matters aged
live a sort of caged
the limbs are paining
the aches too raining
ills on rise
and cures less
fake are smiles
faces are made ups
love is only time bound
tough is the going
rough are the pacing
kidding age unwinds
life clock needles
music has lost rhythmn
as senses figure not keen
the pain is with bonds
budding no more comfort
as the deathknell sounds
bells at sleeping hours
waking you and you alone
past forever are charms
warmth of bed, wife and kisses
unto nature and nature only
life has not future
matured with mellowed pain.