I have crossed sixty, attention is failing. <br />Lights are fading, recognition decreases, <br />I feel almost unwanted now and then. <br /> <br />Snake of thought-poetry <br />Moving through brain-thickets <br />Flickers - compares responses, <br />Attention and behavior - power and position <br />Were then reasons for people listening to me? <br /> <br />Not that I thought it would be different, <br />But it is one thing to know and another <br />To actually feel the let-down, <br />Rather suddenly: as days pass by, <br />Get used to it, as every donkey to its burden. <br /> <br />I have joined private firm <br />Where I am respected museum piece <br />With a suitable respectable title <br />Among professionals vibrant, <br />Offering consultancy on infrastructure. <br /> <br />Joy to watch young bright minds close, <br />Which I never got a chance to in government: <br />Even if they were there, the distance <br />Of seniority kept them away, I suppose. <br /> <br />Today my team played cricket <br />In Wadala East, and won two rounds, <br />To reach the semi-finals. <br />I got bouquet of flowers, and am happy. <br /> <br />Different lights are twinkling from setting sky.<br /><br />Daniel Trevelyn Joseph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-retirement/
