Previously I used to love spacious home;
Now I prefer small spaces,
Small corners, small cubicles,
Small circles of friends,
Small plates of meals, and less often.
Previously I used to cling to whatever I possessed;
Now I want to loosen the grip
And let things go!
Things once most desired no more attract me now.
Yet, voluntary dispossession is a big exercise not easy to do!
Competitions neither inspire me now, nor attract;
Engaging in arguments seems futile.
Life is shrinking and the shadow lengthening,
It's time to let things go as they would.
A peaceful end is what I want, like everybody else.
Regina, SK, Canada
21 July 2023
The poet now finds pleasure in small things. His quest for ultimate peace is reflected in the last line. A sober poem!
@Dr Dillip K Swain, thank you very much, appreciate your kind comment.
Very sad tone has this poem, this was created when you were feeling that old? BUT you are still young at heart, so this poem will be for a later stage in your life. Brilliantly narrated, Khairul Sir! TOP Marks!
As we grow older less can bring more peace to our hearts and minds! .. Definite Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Beautiful thoughts, closer friends and smaller treasures, fewer treasures, can become oh, so precious! ..
Absolutely love this poem.How do our interest and attitude change with age!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad but so true, vry well written too.
@Sandra Feldman, thank you very much. I am glad to have the first comment from you, an inspiring one.