I AM AROUND TO AGING

I AM AROUND TO AGING

I look forward to thinking about my old age
Yet to come, but not too far away
My son watches me thoughtfully always. 
He tries to help me climb and stand by
asking to be careful, that reminds me 
I am ageing          

Growing old means losing all the strength 
that esteem now
Oh!  sad, fading the glory, 
temperament, bloom, and insight
Shall not see the kaleidoscopic atmosphere 
Beautiful faces of loving children, relatives, and flowers
Shall not hear melodies 
whistling of birds, ecstatic tunes 
And shall be abandoned by everybody 
And the isolation will creep into me

wrinkle skin castoffs the fragrances 
Sometimes, my fingers tremble 
When I am going to hold something 
That is, gesturing, my nerves are getting weaker 
and many more disorders queuing behind my shadow
my normal practices and desires 
forsake without my approval 
shadows of sad feelings pursue my footprints

I feel I shall run fast to the cavern of decayed
The day our first Grandchild was born in my family 
A new star appeared in the sky in succession
For the first time, I consent now, I am an old man!
At this moment, 
I looked around my son’s blossoming face
I see a rising sun, but in my mind, 
A weary sun is sinking!

Jayaratne Weerakkody
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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