We born, we live, we love and turned into old
Life is a complicated journey
and a mystery untold
Old age for some people is
relaxing and ease
For some it is a curse, a
nightmare or a disease
An age when you have abundant
time but nothing to do
Diseases, worries and
tensions are the things we going through
We always recall old memories
and do this thing alot
To make ourselves happy when
in actual we are not
Medicines are essential which
we use to daily pop
To make our heart safe so
that it won’t stop
Red, orange, yellow and such
colour of the pills
So that we can get fit and
fight with all the ills
A time when bones shrinked
and skin gets loose
You are considered idle and
are deprived the right to choose
Starting from the age when we
have wings on our feet
With the dream that soon now
a lover we’ll meet.
As the time pass the kith and
kin are grown
A partner besides us so that
we donot mourn
In aging the mouth is out of
teeth and blood gets thin
Joints are out of flex and in
awful shape we are in
Youth is the addiction which
hinder us to ponder
Old age is the sickness which
entangled us and conquer
Our body crumbles, shackles
and the grace depart
A stone is present where we
once had a heart
Years are so few, it pass and
gone too fast
We have to accept the fact
that nothing can last
A kid to youth, youth to old
and old to kid again
This journey placed us the
point from where we begain
HMT........MISHAY
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