Age Poem

The Grand Old man

grand old manWith silvery hair and sunken eyes
With stuttering talk and toothless jaw
With thin physic and a bent gait
With slow walk and a feeble talk
the man still reigns strong
not over the country or a state
but over his frail mind
keeping it alert and agile
abreast of the world affairs
well versed in economy
strong in business ethics
stronger in pathos and
strongest in recommendations

Actions Poem


rhythmWhen the heart misses the rhythm
death unfolds.
When the engine misses the rhythm
death catches up.
When poetry misses the rhythm
it dies.