Old Age
Old age is a mystery,
Because, for some there is war,
For some there is peace.
Old age is a fantasy,
Because, for some there is endless happiness,
For some there is endless sadness.
Old age is wonderful,
Because some have family,
But some have none.
Old age is death,
Nobody can avoid it,
Rich or poor.
Copyright © Ritoja Mukherjee | Year Posted 2023
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