Ripening

Why does come the ripe age? To count the evils of it one by one upon your note pad or diary page when you are alone? To speak ill of your younger ones to your equals/ to find their mean-less extravagance/ to be of no use to them in their hours of stress/ to make them realise that you are nothing but a kind of trash/ to advise,admonish or make them to abstain or advance just for the emptiness of purpose- is this why the old age comes? Was the whole of your life that you lived a prolonged sin? Is the whole of your life that is yet to live a season of repentance alone? Well,if this strange but true wretched turn has come at last- let it be lived to the befitting terms. Let those moments be recalled when life bothered you in this or that name, and you save the situation then, just listen what time whispers in to your ears in this hour of disdain. You are not yet alone,man! The one in you,though much riper still much younger is ready to hold your trembling hand till you reach somewhere safe and sound. He is also eager to share with you quite adventurous his story times. Sweep back the light that yet makes the outside bright. Find within your kith and kin that were lost in the crowd one by one. Taste the elixir that you were nowhere offered,nor were served in any inn.