Aging Gracefully

A poignant poem, by Subramanian, about aging gracefully, exclusively for Different Truths.

Ease into the evening of life,
a time honoured idiom;
Grey hairs alone do not uncover
the valley of wisdom.
As your bones feel the tremors,
you inch away from the whirlpool
of emotions; Doesn’t the world
change faster than the batting
of a lid?

You are a cloud of the Past,
shrinking in memory as time
ticks by; Soon the cloud is gone!
The new generation, on a tenuous
toehold, speaks a language
that waltzes over mind;
A bridge-wide gap or a mouse trap?

You have reached a stellar stage
when what happens is only a happening;
It may anger or please but is
only a passing of breath, no more.

Growing old is refining the gild of memory.

Visual by Different Truths