Gray-headedness is a wonderful crown of beauty
Wisdoms I have accumulated, I embraced my dignity
One birth, one youth and one old age, I have enjoyed
This wonderful life, I have eked out, I now sit to rejoice
Old age or advanced years seem like a bottle field
Born of mortal flesh, discoloured by distress and illness
Weakening bones and flesh, my soul vulnerable to frailness,
But I am happy I have reached my zenith, years I wielded.
I have experienced a wonderful life with quietism
Painting life with pleasure, I draw life with optimism
Life feel good today, many goals I have reached
Love and pleasant roses I beheld, I can now preach
I insist, nothing matters more then my amazing breath
and I can’t ran against old age in a race for death
It must be wonderful to live this long and grow old.
tracing a wise footprint, old age seem very bold
John Nelson
Monday,13 November 2006
This is one of the nicest poems I've read on old age, it generates a very positive outlook on old age rather than a negative one. You bring out the beauty in growing old. Once again Thankyou---Melvina---
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With this, I persive people accepting their aging process. I like this a lot.