POEMS ABOUT AGEING (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/957364-POEMS-ABOUT-AGEING WITHERED HANDS Withered hands and wrinkled face, Of emotion, not a trace; Half asleep and half awake, Living only for his sake. That is what becomes a man, When he is four score and ten. He can’t hear and he can’t talk; Without a stick he can’t walk. His step is no longer bold; He can’t stand a touch of col...[Read Full Post] Mon, 26 Feb 2007 22:51:40 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/483302 TAKE AWAY MY PAIN God please take away my pain, Or take away my life, As you have taken away My dear devoted wife. Twenty five long years did I Have her in my embrace. Why do I in my old age Have loneliness to face? There is none with whom to share Many an inner thought. Long and cold nights do I spend, Turning sides in my cot. My...[Read Full Post] Fri, 03 Nov 2006 04:48:35 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/465160 HOLLOW MAN Six decades and more I lived. I have learned and I’ve earned. I gave my all to others. By them I have been spurned. Now that my step is slow and My each breath is laboured, I feel I am a marked man. My days are now numbered. But as I trudge along my Uncertain weary ways, Do I carry the burden Of those my youthfu...[Read Full Post] Sun, 29 Oct 2006 13:34:49 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/454827 I’M GOING TO DIE I know I’m going to die. But, for this, why should I cry? I know that my heart is weak. I know that my kidneys leak. My age is not on my side. All the treatments I have tried. For me now there is no cure. My joint pains I can’t endure. My eyes are getting hazy. I am an old man crazy. Who can, me, r...[Read Full Post] Thu, 23 Mar 2006 08:19:24 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/414686 WAITING FOR DEATH [Tracing the days that are gone.] Gone are the days, long ago, When in the morning sun, A small child and his pup did, After butterflies, run. Gone are the days when in school, While sitting in the class, The young boy wondered why did Girls glance at looking glass. Gone are the college days when The young man r...[Read Full Post] Tue, 06 Dec 2011 00:45:53 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/409193 WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES When finally I close my eyes And walk down the path oft-trodden, My home will be six feet by two, Amidst gray lumps of clay, sodden. None might glance at my new home, it Might be out of bounds, forbidden, But what care I for the looks of Those by whom I was so smitten? Letters of gold on cold granite Will not co...[Read Full Post] Fri, 03 Mar 2006 23:50:16 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/408808 LIVING TOO LONG: an acrostic To be or not to be, Harboring this one doubt, Every day of the long Years that they have to live; How much one wishes that A life different and Varied they could have lived Existing in substance. But, alas, they have lost Energy of the mind. Empty in heart they feel No desire left at all! Love for livin...[Read Full Post] Sun, 09 May 2010 23:25:55 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/397756 WHEN EVENING FALLS When evening falls, shadows lengthen, And sun withdraws its rays; When cold darkness seeps all around, A hesitant voice says: “Don’t be so sure of morn, you fool, This may be the last night. But if it be, why get alarmed? It will bring you respite. Four score winters you have weathered. You are so frail a...[Read Full Post] Sat, 07 Jan 2006 02:49:43 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/396995 OLD AGE HOME When life has become a specter of death, Living is not a joy, simply a curse; When each day is yet another ordeal, Each night is full of memories but worse; When loneliness is all that is around, The world itself is hollow and empty; When hope has been for all time to come lost, And mind is full of depression plenty; When old ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 27 Dec 2005 14:33:49 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/394966 THE FINAL BURDEN [The burden of old age] As I near the biblical Figure, four score and ten, I know that now I must go, But yet I don’t know when. As I look back at my life, I cry as well as smile. For a while I’m comforted, I feel a pain awhile. I’ve seen many a summer, And winters I have seen. Through sunlit paths,...[Read Full Post] Tue, 20 Dec 2005 10:22:56 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/393777 MY EPITAPH [A day comes when the thought of an epitaph does not seem too remote!] When outside the snow is falling And icy winds blow loud, I sit around the winter fire And watch a motley crowd: The flames and smoke and tiny sparks Dancing up and about Are all reduced to nothingness In a moment, no doubt. Then does the thought occur t...[Read Full Post] Wed, 31 Aug 2005 10:02:53 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/369845 SHALL I HAVE MY YESTERDAY? [Past is beautiful, from a distance. We must live in the present.] Shall I have my yesterday, When I was a little child, Prancing in the summer rain, By rainbow, captivated? Shall I have my yesterday, Frolicking in the playground With my classmates in the school, Lost in a world of my own? Shall I have m...[Read Full Post] Thu, 30 Jun 2005 08:24:48 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/355547 MEMORIES [Old age memories—a bane or a boon?] A gasp, a sigh, a cry, a tune, A smile, a wink, a drop of rain, A fragrance long forgotten or A velvet touch, a pricking pain; An aroma, a quaint sweetness, All do trigger past memories Of ambitions that filled my heart Along with a million queries. Those joys, those sorrows, th...[Read Full Post] Tue, 21 Jun 2005 02:13:08 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/354898 BENEATH THE GRAY HAIR [Generation gap is due to the desire on the part of the young to reinvent the wheel] What is all that lies beneath A head of hair gray? Is it disdain for the young? Old men are wont to say: “In our days we were so nice, We respected elders. We worked hard and were sincere, Considerate to others!” Thos...[Read Full Post] Sat, 11 Jun 2005 15:22:45 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/353056 GENERATION GAP [How the young and the old think and act] It’s fun to behold The young and the old Traversing together. The young run and jump, The old prod and bump, Both stretching the tether. The young is so fast, The old is the last, Yet both on same journey. What is young today Will be old next day; That is the destiny. ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 09 Jun 2005 00:14:32 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/352477 PAIN OF OLD AGE [The aches and pains, physical and mental, of old age] Where do I take this pain of mine? It can’t be eased by scream and shout. Though I smile there is nothing left In life to be happy about. My body is weak and infirm. My memory is going down. My wife is no longer with me. My children are not in the town. ...[Read Full Post] Thu, 14 Sep 2006 22:35:43 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/339303