WHEN WE GROW OLD

We'll see our hair, only to turn grey
We'll be left lonely on the mat to pray
We'll be alone in tormenting grief
We'll have experience only to tell in brief
For in our loneliness we find peace and relief

We'll feel bad about the sorrows of our changing face
We'll feel sad over the wrinkling of our once dazzling skin
We'll be left out in a secluded lonely place
Only for our mind to find peace from within

Well be cared for and adored like a new born child
Only for our ‘shamful' attitude with nowhere to hide
For their rules we have to abide
Only in them our emotions could confide

When we grow old, reflection is what we behold
When we grow old, sadness we tend to uphold
Pain turns to be our burden load
Then we turn to narrate the untold

We are left to think of our placid past
We await our death like time is running slow
We are reminded our beauty will never last
For the Angel of death is waiting for us at the show

Sorrow, grief, sadness seem the only truth
For our faith continues to be our only hope.
Then we close our eyes to sleep
Only in our heart we are left to weep
The thought of our beauty with love false and true
but they love the pilgrim soul in you
Surely the situation is bored to tears.
Only happens when we grow old.
                              #Harnasky™