Graceful Aging

When gone is your glamourous feature When pain rules and breathing becomes a torture When limbs are failing one by one And life is no more a fun. Then and then alone is the test of your metal Few can the unwelcome visitor handle Few can take aging with grace Others bewail and make frowning face Look at the flowers, how they blow Over time they fade and lose their glow Yet they nod and emit their fragrance Yet on the rain drop´s rhythm they dance Why man digs his grave much before he dies Why he broods, bemoans and cries? Why a graceful aging he never tries? Why his eyes act as a waterfall? And his soul the demons of pain and agony maul Aging and death are processes of life The relationship with the world is cut through this knife They can´t be avoided howsoever one tries He bemoans, cries or in the flame of agony fries. Sintra, Portugal, 12 September, 2015