I Am Getting Old Poem by Mohammad Younus

I am getting old,
Like the icicle in the winter
Hanging from the branch of a tree,
Kissed by the spring sun
Slowly dying to be reborn,
Again as water

I'm getting old...
Like the roses in the fall
Sticking to their plants
Kissed by the chilling frost
Dying, to be buried in the winter
To be reborn in the spring
Like the rose of the paradise lost

I am getting old...
Drying out like the brook
In the once lively forest,
To be reborn again
To become a roaring river
When the glaciers melt down
In the coming hot summer.

I'm still living...
Like the naked and bare trees
In winter believing to wear again
New, fresh, verdant dress
In the spring coming,
Experiencing transcendence
To have the kiss of new life, waiting

MyKoul