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The penultimate para is the song everyone on the aft side of age but still graceful I think should sing. This piece has that grace. Well-writ. Me, on very far aft side of age, enjoyed reading it.

Hi, Valsa! To your last plea, I won’t—not me. I’m reminded again of the seventy-five-year-old man who said to me, when I was just in my mid-fifties, getting old ain’t for sissies. I’m also reminded of my short poem with the title that begins, My Sixty-eight Year Old Self... Hoping this finds you well, Glen

Change is the salt of the life. There is neither growth nor any progress without it yet when it comes to our age we all want to remain young and beautiful, bold and bubbly, chattering and muttering, so long our heart is young and we are not ready to surrender to our body we will enjoy everything without any complaints, A profound poem with a touch of reality. Every line touches the past memories and present situation, Outstanding poem Madam Valsa Ji. Full marks.

A song bird chirps till eternity. That is what you are Valsa. Young forever even if few wrinkles show up on face. Wish you a wonderful time of writing more and more of your lyrics dear friend.

songs comes one by one from the violin of a youth with the easiness and warmth of colored life like an innocent child- my 10++

Time with this oldest wandering tribe the world touched Me, O, Crystal mirror you shows my myself But I was your virginity a power of beauty Why why why now I'm in shattered and tattered skin THE OLD! but, yet you're living with your luscious body o' earth! ////// beautiful writing

Wow! Such a beautiful concept that you have contemplated! My power fails to evaluate this magnificent composition so nicely rendered with fascinating vocabulary and immaculately drafted! I will revisit this sparkling piece of poetry of great value and substance for delving deep into it for a possible structural analysis!

The difficulty of getting old. A 10!

Some days back my sister-in-law told me over the phone that these days she scolds herself looking into the mirror for her grey and wrinkled look...I told her that it is quite common with all old ladies...now I read your poem...I am a fan of your writing style that too with interesting and impressive content like this... I look more horrible than what I used to be....nothing to worry about at all...a lovely poem deserving a 100