Tag: Aging

Aging With Difficulty

Age I with difficulties
mostly all my faculties
go in a tangent almost
my legs the most
right one goes east
the left one towards the west
I go through in a test
imagine how would I arrive?
I do it with a drive
pull the left this way
push the left that way
a coordination in a way
camouflage my limp tactfully
show others that I walk gently
the way I make up my gait
I go ahead straight
my eyes serve me well
no short or long sights as well
see through and read through fine
so does my hands in a bind
work with confidence great
without them I would become inebriated
then come my physic in full form
once it was slender and calm
now is bloated with the flesh all around
a rolly polly figure in the round
not much of a difference in my hair
always had a short and dark hair
has changed now to silvery hair
I have acquired richness in that way
silver turns expensive nowadays
grey hair is a sign of wisdom is the belief
I for one do not have such a sign, a great relief
I go with my thoughts very stupid in course
well, do not blame it is not my choose
I was born with little brains all the more
so I live with the faintest evermore.

Tags Aging, Poem

thoughts

Black And Grey

The hair has gone grey.
The lovely black sheen
has become a silvery shine.
The blackness gave a pretty look
while the grey lends a wise tinge.
Both are good and great
one being the tone of youth
and the other a colour of wisdom.
Going with black was easy
as the younger days were jolly good
Getting on with grey proves dizzy
as therein comes up the responsibility.
With duties increasing manifold
the greying shoots up multifold
having to move with silvery locks
and unwanted wrinkles and spots brown
with the aging there enters the blocks
both physical and mental in the run
one tumbling over the other
falling flat with a thud.

Tags Aging, black, blocks, gry, Poem

subscriptions thoughts

Going Grey

I woke up in the morning and unusually sat before my dressing table.I saw a few streaks of gray hair . Alas! I am old . I am getting grey hair I shouted. , “Going grey”.”Going grey”My youngest son, who had come down, rushed into my bedroom, perplexed.”Ma. what is wrong?Why are you yelling “Going grey,Going grey “,when the whole world is agog with “Going Green”. I showed him my discovery. He almost snapped into two ,as he roared in loud laughter. I got bewildered.Why is he behaving so quixotically?. Yesterday night, he was alright!!

A few minutes after, he asked me “Ma , How old are you?”.I warned him not to ask such embarrassing questions hereafter. He chided me . Putting his arm around me, he said “Ma, I know that you are in mid fifties.Greying is part of life. You are really fortunate to get grey hair at this age. Do not get fidgety”. I became restless.I was sad.. The first time in my life I have seen grey or silvery streaks. Overnight , I have become old.

My little one, was aghast to see me so much shaken. He said “Ma you were brave when things went against you , most of your prime life. Now ,for this natural transformation , you get so panicky. I am not seeing your original self. You look so pale and unkempt. Do your hair soon. Come down, as normally you would. This greying has added wisdom to your self.” So saying , he left my room.

I stared at my mirror.The greyish streak was found in a very few areas. It was noticeable when you take a close look.I bridled my new look hair , thus tempering my anger and horror. I climbed down, with little uneasiness, that some one would point out my change. No one paid attention to my head. I took my morning papers . I forgot the silvery hair for full hour. Then gradually I lost myself in my work schedule.I forgot the aging process .

My little one ,came to my office, winked at me. ‘Ma , You are Going grey, Going grey”. I looked up from my papers, gave him a smile. “Do not kid me ,now sweetie”We will have nice fun later in the evening. He grinned and said “Now , You are ,what you were, solemn and gentle, with the age by your side.