The fine-art of graying <br /> <br />How hard it is for us all to be <br />Aware that we are getting gray? <br />How hard would that truth be <br />For those who have had all gray? <br /> <br />The most visible is made invisible <br />And people go younger and agile. <br />Right over us all is written boldly <br />That we are as old as we really are. <br /> <br />The aged and lonely are in no way <br />So aged or lonely per se, for, say, <br />The rest of the world is a void, <br />Unless we take us to our lineages. <br /> <br />The world has shifted backward so far <br />And it just felt it right, ‘the aged need care’. <br />Maybe true, but it is the other way round <br />That our elderly need to care for us. <br /> <br />Our very ethos lies in their welfare <br />And we find our roots spread by them. <br />They are the hold; they are the trunks <br />The luster of life flourishes upon them. <br /> <br />The seed, which falls afar, flourishes freely <br />And the one that gets grown around the tree <br />Enjoys the company of a hundred trees. <br />It is the old that care for the younger ones. <br /> <br />The evening of life is but a new beginning. <br />We begin to know what life had held for us. <br />And as our days march to their final legs <br />We recognize ‘graying is harder than living’. <br /> <br />Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker<br /><br />A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fine-art-of-graying/
