Ageing

NafisaSB

When offered a seat on a bus or train

I never demur, I never decline

I gracefully accept, and gently recline..

Ah, what bliss it is, to put up one’s feet

Up in the air, though not on the seat

Age has its merits,

Silver locks have their charm

to request for help

never does any harm.

On metros and trains

people jump up and smile

their problems forgotten

like the luggage in a pile

they want to offer aid

they feel I need to sit

as through the crowds I wade

frail looking but fit

so do not paint your locks

let the whiteness blind

for the colour often tends

to make the people kind

My white hair has thus helped me

Forget my aches and pains

For often it has offered

Less problems and more gains.

  • Author: safina (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 31st, 2022 01:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: old age does have its perks..
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 20
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'in my, often flawed
    but ever, humbled
    opinionated - opinion'
    this, is brilliant!
    reminded me
    of one of my favourite poems
    'Warning' by Jenny Joseph
    ( https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/warning/ )
    thank you!
    for choosing to share, dear Poet

    • NafisaSB

      thank you so much. it is encouraging when i have poets like you enjoying my posts.

    • Rocky Lagou

      A lovely piece. Those are the "golden years" of life and it's a moment to truly live life to the fullest. Continue living the perks!

      • NafisaSB

        it is poets like you who inspire and encourage - mine is simple straightforward feelings from the heart which i turn to simple compositions. thank you for your lovely comments



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