As Old Age Beckons Comments

Lovely poem. Old age is something hard to deal with. Often heart feels young with dreams and impulses but soon body makes you aware of futility of dreamy flights. Still joy is in the simple living of each day. Thanks for sharing Valsa

You say, Once I was a bubbly girl. I don't say a poetess is a Barbie Doll, but I am helpless as her poems say it.

Once i was a bubbly girl! ! But today i am old. Birth and growth; answering the very ways of life. It is also a blessing to grow old. Having much stories to educate the youth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

You have come up with a beautiful poem so realistically composed keeping in mind the signs of aging that are visibly evident and more pronounced by each passing day, But 'As I still have a hopeful heart', there is no scope for any worries. Thanks for sharing the poem, Valsa ji. How rapid is the flight of youth I see the stark change that years have brought And wonder how rapid the onset of old age is

But your youth is still there, hidden in your lovely heart Thanks Valsa-10

Your poem voices what I feel. Yours is a sweet rage, celebrating all you have had, embracing what is pulled forth each day from life's bag of surprises. Your rage is perhaps tied to sympathy for the human condition in general. As we summon up hope for ourselves, some of it spills over for others. So in one way the light keeps growing for as long as we live.

You have found the key; so no more lament. Keep the hopeful heart lighted up, full of cheers. The world around would then resonate with it. Top marks.

A well penned poem of the reality of aging. How swiftly the years subtract our youth and energy. I had never gave aching bones a thought until experiencing hip, knee and back pain more often than I would like......10

So I rage, rage against the dying of light- -A very powerful thought, keeping hope alive always, taking days as it comes.Aging is an inevitable process of life.Though body ages, we can keep our heart young and cheerful by hope and love.Thanks for sharing the marvelous poem.

it is very lovely and beautiful poem.............

Embrace life as it comes. Beautifully said. If one can take care of oneself what more is needed. Set the agility aside, one can appreciate the great gift of life. Thank you.

I love this brilliant write that is full of the truth about growing old, as we try to cope with the physical changes we have to adapt to a different phase in our lives. But inside us all is a eternal light that shines with memories of our younger years and a strong will to never let go of the truth that burns inside us, as we rage, rage against the dying of the light!

In my mind, I often believe I am 20 forever. The mirror and my aching back quickly remind me of reality. I spent the evening today, at a band practice with friends, ten wonderful people, all at least 30 years younger than I. In one way it made me feel 35 years younger. In another, it made me feel on death's door. I wish there was some middle ground.

That's a stellar! The course of life, the transition from youth to old age...you have put it all so well. Here you are speaking for every woman. Even the young ones fear the time when their beauty will be gone. But i love the ending...it shows resilience..i rage, rage against the dying of light. An absolute 10 for me.