SONG OF AGING

Old age is a gentle song, 

Memories are where their hearts belong. 

Wrinkled hands of theirs, but still they weave,

Fantastic tales of love we can’t believe. 

Grace in their every step, you feel a quiet glow, 

Years have passed, but still they flow,

Laughter echoes through the fleeting days,

Like the golden sun in autumn’s haze. 

Each gray strand holds a story bright, 

Of dreams once chased, now a pure delight.

A reminder of a life well-lived, with lots of love to give,

In every age, through their echoing song, we learn to live. 

WRITTEN BY,

R. MAHIMA RAM