All I Aware

DEAR READERS, OUR YOUNG HEART RELUCTANT TO ACCEPT AGEING. BUT LET US REMEMBER OLD AGE IS A NOTHER CHILDHOOD. SO, LET US RESPECT OLD PEOPLE ALL I AWARE I STEPPED INTO THE SHRIVEL AGE; MY COAL BLACK HAIR TURNS HER HUE INTO GREY; EACH TEETH LIKE A SNOW FLAKE POISED TO FALL OUT FROM THE WOMB; THE SKIN GROW FAINTER AND THE BLACK DAPPLED EYES INTERRED AMID THE HOLLOW FRAMES; ALL I AWARE I STEPPED INTO THE WITHERING AGE THE THIN SMOOTH FINGERS SHIVERS WHEN I FEEL THE FRAGRANT PETALS; ALL I AWARE MY LITTLE FEET MOVES IN MELANCHOLY MY TASTY TONGUE TURNS DEAD. OH I AM IN MY RIPE AGE S.BAGYALAKSHMI.