As we cowardly grow old
As we sit nodding as our books sneak to the floor
As we rock and talk of to sleep
Lovely moments we share and
No scarcity of delight grace our face
Four lights flicker and
fade into the darkness
This poem descends
Into silence of stillness
But verses stay in motion
Almedia S. Knight or (ASK)
Almedia 'Cowardly grow old' struck a cord in me. It is not easy to keep one's spirit up as friends and family grow old with us and sickness can so easily prevail. The companionship you share is beautifully expressed and I can see how you move together in your lives of love for one another! 10 Karin Anderson
simple but very good it speaks for itself u explained it so simple but it has a nice flow very nice to read 10 :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘In Gerontological Psychiatry you’ve mastered’ Last three lines set me into out of inertia…psychic…poetic…noetic… Lofty…grandeur 10//10++ Ms. Nivedita UK