Ageing with Grace

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JUNE 15TH, 2018WINGSWORLDWEB Poem: Aging With Grace by Farouk Gulsara



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Ageing with Grace

My mane, my crowning glory,
Once my pride, my joy,
Is now but just a silvery tuft.
My dimples, my charm,
Have lost their twinkle, now just wrinkles.
My charming Bella Donna eyes,
Cataractic, xanthomatous, have lost their glaze.
My neck, so nimble, so supple once,
Now only arthritic, sprouts crackles.
My breasts sprout proud once,
Parturient, now sag, atrophy. The curtain bows.
My female chest so majestic once,
Now left kyphotic and osteoporotic.
My midriff navel tease, sari for cover,
Left now with striae, protuberant and scarred over.
My posterior, an asset, my pride,
Adipose now deposited on both sides.
The thigh, the thunder,
Is flabby without tone, none to wonder.
The feet used to be so petit.
Now their shoes fit Big Foot.
They say it’s worth the goal,
To see one in your own mould,
To deliver, to nurture,
Two seeds for the future.
I shudder, I wonder,
Is it just me, I ponder?
My mind is no more mine,
Which I lost, rearing my kind.
Oh, those lost years,
Now in old folks home. I hold my tears.
My sacrifice, my parenting,
Are they just a passing?
For my benefaction of my gene pool,
I gave my health, my youth, no exception.
Joy and reason of living
Are seeing your offspring growing.
With pride I completed my Dharma,
Hope to escape the cycle of karma. FG.http://asok22.wix.com/real-lesson
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