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
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