Growing Old Poem by Umasree Raghunath

Time etches lines where youth once lay
With every passing dawn we stray
From days of strength to nights of rest
But with each year we are blessed.
The hair turns gray but thoughts stay bright
The hands may tremble but hearts ignite
We carry stories in our veins
Of laughter joy and hidden pains.
Though steps slow down and eyes grow weak
We find new strength in words we speak
Growing old is not to fear
It's simply wisdom drawing near.
In every wrinkle there's a tale
Of battles fought and hearts set sail
For growing old is but a prize
A life well-lived beneath the skies.

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4 May 2025