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
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