Precautions For Advancing Years Poem by Valsa George

Inspirational write with great insight and sound advice to never lose our passion for life and poetry is food for our souls! Great write!

A lovely counsel for those who are gracing sunset years. Thank you.

Dear ValsaJi, I am very sad and worried about not the poem, its style or content, its purpose or powerful permeation into my thought domain, then what? I feel like you have defeated me with a very specific plan, a well-woven, premeditated strategy. Last two days, I have been boiling this thought within me, not about getting old, or the carefulness to maintain, or the cautions, and negatives that one might expect, it was all the opposite, But, here reading your verse makes me sad, my SELF is asking me not to pen now. hahah, smile. Well, anyways, your poem reveals the absolute realities of human generations as they march ahead the varied seasons of nature unto the absolute abode; grave This has turned a shocking reminder to all who are lucky to read this wonderful piece of severe poesy. I still love to think over, and add my version of thought to it, but trying to be moderate lest your admirers might puff me off unto oblivion with their fret-gust. (request, i was sad noticing that some of my verses were not read or reviewed by even my limited fellow poets. what i did, took just 4 lines from one of my old poems, and developed it to establish a universal pain/complain. posted, please read twice and comment sharp and honest how you feel. Would highly appreciate your soul set while reading) 'Perseverance Measuring'. thanks and rgds.

Advice for advancing age are beautifully put together. your own children..may not consult you in matters vital There is no matter where the old can advise the youth. In fact at times old need to consult the young. But old think that they need to be consulted, which may be a wrong expectation.. Within your body may dwell a spirit, still so agile The spirit still says. Playing a game, the spirit orders the body to jump leading to a disaster. Take a slow step and follow the advice. Write poetry! Beautiful advice. I think that is what I am doing. Hope to follow it and enjoy the years. Thank you.

A relevant poem on old age and how to spend the life through values.

The poem seems to be written for people like me, bit old, bit frail, can read something and can write some; reminds me of the wonderful food I used to binge upon in my youth, but no longer now.I can string few words in fanciful manner and I think of myself as a poet. It is a lovely poem! Solitude is ideal for poetry.

Age spends itself with no change left. Great write Valsa.++10

With advance age, changes are bound to occur within us as well as in the behaviour of others so far as they relate to us. As such, this is a stage when we need to re-calibrate ourselves. In dress, manners, concepts, values and what not Do not oppose change, though it may annoy So think before you speak, look before you leap

You have inspired me to write a poem and I am writing a few lines of the expected child as a comment- Brain leads to precautions and preventions, Heart says I have cure within me, Man is a blended with emotions and passions, Age is a model of mature within me. A nice poem...............10

Life is obviously a journey to death...... Still we can make the journey longer and more pleasant as the destination here is not that promising. The strength of your poem its openness in cordially out the ordeals of ageing and you have reminded many of your PH friends of the dos and donts to be considered while finishing the race of a gifted life. The only weakness of this poem [ if at all I have to refer to ] is its hypothetically diametric and presumably generalised attribution of an apprehensive equation of the so called ageing experience. Man irrespective of things commonly known to him, tends to be erratic about his eating habits and unaccountably fails in meeting the concerns of old age. Therefore alone, perhaps death surprises us and leaves us helpless. But despite all the care and the precautions taken, what next? It is a void of silent suffering still awaiting us as death has no substitution. Tajudeen Shah has rightly commented on the universality of the theme of the poem and its structural excellence and Kevin Patrick has drawn attention to its element of thoughtfulness. Further comments will be of no effect as such. Whatever be the measures taken, we see a world around us where men and women kick their buckets timely and untimely much to our surprise and shock with the only relief of learning from Shelley`s observation ' DEATH IS THE GREATEST LEVELLER. We have to spend our evening in all merry without excitement as the night ahead has got nothing to gift us with except its chill and absolute silence..