An Oldman's Prayer Comments

Don't let me scorn and disdain the young Whose sky is wider and dreams endless....what a generous, peace-loving, and lovable old man he is!

From a dark cave within me. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Marvellous expression. Best prayer.

This poem is just another master-piece, from you, Valsa George. I'll say you're one of PM most gifted Poets. A prayer indeed, we all need prayer!

I am a paling star to be washed out In the dazzling brightness of the arriving dawn - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Don't let me scorn and disdain the young Whose sky is wider and dreams endless Who walk with nimble feet and sure steps That has conquered the world and left me a scrap- - - -Acceptance of age with humility and a prayer for the future generation- - Such a wonderful write, thanks for sharing.

Lovely poem! The gracefull acceptance of old age is what I pray and hope for just like the old man and send all my love and good wishes to young generations.

The inevitability of old age and all it brings is vividly told in this powerful poem. I love the appreciation of the young in the lines: 'Whose sky is wider and dreams endless Who walk with nimble feet and sure steps'

Beautifyl photo of old man in deep concentration of prayer. // I can only hope I can pray with this old man's sincerity! He doesn't hide the fact old age is unwelcome, but he is trying to make the best of it. The whole first stanza is an evocation of aging through the mot vivid images. And I was roused to rebel against its sheer reality. I recall a cryptic message Beethoven wrote on the score of his last string quartet: Above a passage of notes he wrote MUST IT BE SO? And a few measures later, IT MUST BE SO. No one can fully explain Beethoven's message but I can apply it to this poem which expresses both the shock at aging and then a powerful surrender to its reality. What is needed is an acceptance, even an embrace of old age. And your poem takes me to the very verge of that acceptance of the inevitable.

Such a beautiful poem. The feelings from an old man's point of view are described with such depth n insight that the reader is awestruck. I love the imagery that is woven from silken threads of imagination. Marvelous to say the least.10

I see them flying away in a flurry Like scraps of paper whirling in the gale A dense fog crawls up into my eyes The verdant vistas and smiling faces Have discoloured like weather worn paintings This is highly poetic with (dense) personification. I did really enjoy it, Valsa.

what a nice prayer..soon i'd say this prayers too..We are all next in line

Oh sorry! I didn't know this was an old man's prayer. Didn't read the caption - my apologies.

You are not old. Poetically at least you are one with the young ones, this poem proves. Beautifully penned. Flashes of brilliance dotting this poem are many - Age's burning breath, scraps of paper whirling etc. etc. (10)

Don't let me scorn and disdain the young Whose sky is wider and dreams endless Who walk with nimble feet and sure steps To conquer the world that has left me a scrap! I too feel and prat like this. A wonderful poem.

Old man is a bundle of acquired wisdom. The prayer clearly expresses that. The richness of experience I hope will be of great value to future generations. Thank you for sharing a beautiful poem of great depth.

The last stanza is an emotional one. As the old man sees his end he prays for the well being of the young. It shows his maturity and wisdom.Very nice. The flow is amazing.

I am sometimes jealous of young men. They still do with ease what I would struggle to do now and recover from it much more quickly. It's their turn now so I hope they have fun and use their energies constructively.