Old Is Gold Poem by Meena Somasundaram

A day or two ago

met my friend of long ago

old she has turned

most of the calories burnt

by age and illness in one show

found her out of flow

staggers a lot in her walk

precise is she in her talk

physically she has lost

mentally she is still fast

hailed me by name all aloud

brought back the events from cloud

speaks out in a voice so clear

tells me I look like an old hag with cheer

Knew not where to keep my face

I pulled myself away with a long face

not able to accept that I am also old

she and I being the same age in fold

yet thought I am young not gone grey

as my black hair shines in the fray

with coloured dye minimal and slight

teeth all original and white

no make up whatsoever in sight

I deign myself in attire suitable

wish to seem like one capable

never did I think that I am old

with a smile now, I accept 'Old is gold'