Oh! I’m old now or at least I feel I’m old.
But I don’t feel decrepit.
I don’t feel like losing any hold on life.
I don’t feel any less life in me.
I like being old.
Main struggle of life is over,
Having watched the fount of fiery life which served for that
The golden years have gone
But what if silvers years are shining
It’s a feeling of autumnal grace
No lamenting no worrying only feeling a bit changed,
Change for better not for worse,
Everything changes for good,
Don’t think to say me good bye early
I have the happiness that I have spent my youth cheerfully
Without much fever or fret of life
Full of activities what is in rife?
I have heard death is the end of life
The end of all the strife
But I have also heard end is the new beginning
And beginning is always fresh and serene
Lovely and charming, a welcome change,
Change needs a change in attitude
So I try to be jolly and not rough and rude.
Some one has rightly said, ‘add life to years
Don’t add years to life.’
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