Stepping Into Old Age

Stepping Into Old Age long poem

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I thought Life is a fantasy having a lot of positivity
I spent childhood happily and merrily
I cherished Teenage which was full of excitement and entertainment
I entered adulthood with dreams and challenges
I experienced Middle age as most responsible and respectable

I always felt young whenever I spoke to elders
I used to pity the old and the fragile

I had the illusion that the old were by birth old
I was sure I would remain young and energetic for ever

I was so proud to have thick and black hair while I was pitying the old and baldies for lack of hair
I was at ease eating hard nuts being proud of my rocky teeth
I was laughing at the Old chewing the food without teeth

I was fascinated by the sharp Eyesight I had while looking at beautiful damsels
I felt the Old can’t even see the beauty standing in front for lack of vision

I used to feel how unfortunate Oldies are to lose health and depend on others for survival
I always felt I am fit and fine and need not depend anybody for survival
I was convinced that sickly old person should not be a burden to any body and should quit the world allowing dependents to Live happily

I fulfilled all my commitments towards children and felt free to enjoy my Life with wife having bountiful wealth
I did not realise that the day of my retirement has arrived
I still felt I am now a free bird without the hustles of the Boss

I found plenty of time available at my disposal
I planned to look at the mirror after ages and cherish my ever green looks
I suddenly saw an old man with grey hair and wrinkles and not so sparkling Eyes
I could not believe it is my own reflections
I wondered how can it be me and thought for a moment I am having a bad dream

I felt a sort of giddiness and collapsed on the floor
I heard my wife’s shivering voice trying to wake me up

I found after a while me sleeping on the bed and Doctor examining me
I found Doctor scribbling and handing over list of medicines
I realised I have developed lot of medical complications and for the first time I experienced the bitter feelings of being old

I recollected the thoughts I had on Old and sickly on the need of their survival
I started fearing for my death and wanted to Live at any cost

The realisation has dawned on me that none can escape the trauma of Old age and none can remain ever green
I felt guilty of treating the sickly old as a burden on the earth
Now I have reached a stage to Beg for my survival at any cost
Life has turned a full circle for me and I am cursing every moment for treating the Sickly Old as a burden

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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Dr.Indu Nautiyal

‘ Stepping into old age’ is an honest account of every one reaching that stage in the journey of life.Well ,it is a universal
phenomenon that can not be avoided .Like childhood and youth these mellowing years have their own charm ,Grey hair and wrinkles do not merely indicate aging but also reflect wisdom and experience accumulated over the years and a calm surrender to the ever going process of nature .
POET Robert Browning’s beautiful lines are always an inspiration
Grow old along with me
The best is yet to be .


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you are just speaking to me. Thank you so for wonderful poem.


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