He lost his teeth and so the taste. <br />He lost appetite. <br />No lustre, no vigour, no company. <br />Lonely, no more with the bed mate. <br />Is old age a curse? No. <br /> <br />I am in no demand, no obligation. <br />All the time is mine; a lot to do. <br />The things once aspired, <br />The things once left unfinished, <br />The things once abandoned, <br />Now I have to do, <br />To do before time runs out. <br />I shall do it as I wish <br />And when I wish. <br />I shall feel the feeling of well being. <br />The old age is a golden age. <br />01.07.2001, Pkd<br /><br />Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-olden-age-is-a-golden-age/
