I Become Old
When I shun people easily at will
When relatives and friends get alienated
When finding time for others is no priority
When dropping schedules no longer matter
When not keeping standards don’t mean a thing
When attention span has lost its stretch
When listening to others is no longer wholesome
When others views and opinions
Good or bad go for a toss
When thoughts about siblings
and their company feels good
When loneliness gives peace
When being oneself brings happiness
When self becomes significant
When expecting attention
becomes an expression of right
When hobbies become priorities
When compliments bring in joy
and are often sought
When being served food feels special
When being given a lift feels great
When being given importance assures a lot
When what others think is right has to be accepted
When silence is a easy option
When what others say is becomes the right thing,
When others presume what is uttered by self is outdated
I guess it happens to everyone, everywhere
Be it in the past, in the present or future too
Aging is a common phenomenon
Others see the physical change
The mind actually doesn’t feel so
Attitude and personality hang in forever
Yet the impairment is undeniable
Sometimes short tempered;
Many times touchy and meek
Often bypassing the falling respect and regard
I guess that is what is ‘getting old all about’
And everyone reaches that point
Sooner or later, but for sure”
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