Growing old.

 


Growing old.

Growing old, grey in the hair

but walking tall, in top gear

and sits comfortable

in his favorite chair.

Once very unrelenting,

uncompromising,

now a little, mellow

ready to share.

Lanky still and active

but not as one want to believe,

needing more rest

and more care

Gone are the best years

happy greetings and cheers,

now feeling a little fear

and slight despair.

Unable to slowdown

never ready to go down

living still in the past

future unprepared.

Always now complaining

of the world, declining

of the young lazy ones

with no heart to dare.

Talking of his younger times

when he was the central flame

of all the beautiful dames

with the hairiest tale to bare.

Searching here and there

with piercing stare

trying to still locate

romance in the air.

By:-

Rahbar.