! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Is It Always Too Late! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by Mamta Agarwal

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Is It Always Too Late! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Rating: 2.7


Cold wind knocking on the door,
Old shrivelled man on the floor.

Ashamed, lost control over bladder.
Broken, fell from the ladder.

Who knows its pain or melancholy
Over the absence of progeny.

Overcome with impotent rage
Who said its golden age?

Trembles with loud paroxysms
Why I could have kept a nurse.

With the hard earned money spent
On raising kids; late to repent.

Spent, looked up shocked
Spouse watching with a stoic look

The shelves filled with favourite books
He loved reading to his kids and quote.

No health, wealth, poor eyesight.
Lessons ignored on hindsight…

His son had brought a gift,
A book' Tuesday with Morrie.'

He recalled the last message;
Can one live on regrets?

Doesn't help when you get this far,
Make peace, forgive yourself and others.

Its too much, this tension of opposites
Why dwell on withdrawals, not on deposits?

He cried softly, face wet with tears,
Said to his wife, give me a hand dear.

motivated to write this on hearing the plight of my Uncle now 90. senior citizens are really marginalised. their condition is pathetic to say the least



Tuesday with Morrie, a book by Mitch Albom.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vidi Writes 29 October 2009

'It's too late, one to realize'... Oh...it’s true... Spent life in earning and spending... a rue A lament over bygone offspring, without a clue An evening of his life span, old is at his melancholy glue. Dear poet, your profound poem and its acrid truth... Makes me raise my level of thoughts and come forth.... Is it not possible to think beyond all these tabulations? A Life Time, not to measure one’s contributions A Life span, its audacious spell, to be extolled with all attributions. Good read indeed. Thank you.

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C. P. Sharma 10 November 2009

A hand to hold when they are two. If either departs then, what to do! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Still the stream of consciousness flows. The end of Karmic cycle we don't know. CP

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Nivrutti Avhad 09 November 2009

old age brings big problems, nice poem good write

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Mark Nwagwu 07 November 2009

Be there for your uncle, Mamta and be ever jubilant that in spite of it all, he's 90! Yes, the plight of the old can be pitiable - but they have so many stories to tell and, they have made their deposits long long ago. Moving and thoughtful.10+ mark

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Milica Franchi De Luri 31 October 2009

Mamta, this poem has captivated me......lots of words of wisdom that i can apply in my own life...........it goes to my list of favorites......

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Kesav Easwaran 30 October 2009

'Can one live on regrets? Doesn't help when you get this far, Make peace, forgive yourself and others'... Who said life is a compromise? whoever he be, he is wise...a vivid write on poverty, lack of love and attention on old age and its related hardships...the quoted lines constitute the soul of the poem...good work Mamta...Vidi also has posted one on the same theme...10

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