This rain is not that rain <br />The falling leaves are different too <br />This cool breeze braces no more <br />This dawn is another dawn, nothing new <br /> <br />The child I was and am still inside <br />Knows yet the falling drops, the water game <br />And leaves falling through outstretched hands <br />Alas, it is all the same, but not at all the same <br /> <br />I am one who slept not till the morn <br />When each sunrise brought its own truth, its lies <br />Yes these dawns are not those dawns <br />So real to my bleaching hair, fading eyes <br /> <br />I am all my life and yet they see <br />Only this wasted self, this wrinkled face <br />They think life has passed me by <br />Their days and mine are not the same days <br /> <br />Those close to me have passed away <br />And those who are, know me no more <br />They hear not what I have to say <br />I am too far from their shore<br /><br />Kishore Asthana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-growing-very-old/
