Sunday, October 1, 2017

Old Age (3) Comments

Rating: 5.0

Decrepitude, dementia, old age
The silver surfer daily counts the pills
Stalking the spotlight on life's fleeting stage
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Sheena Blackhall
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Kumarmani Mahakul 01 October 2017

No teeth, poor vision, deaf to all but rage That bodies fail, wear out…no lovers' thrills The wreck of youth and vigour can assuage Time's hourglass, no longer weakly spills .. .. . .. loved these lines. This is a beautiful poem on old age having haunting expression. The fleeting and decrepitude of life has been astutely depicted. Thank u dear Sheena madam for posting this gem. Full vote.

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Rajnish Manga 01 October 2017

Wonderful poem encompassing the frailties generally associated with old age. Nice job. This goes into MyPoemList. Thanks. I quote: When does the book attain its final page? No teeth, poor vision, deaf to all but rage

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Shakil Ahmed 01 October 2017

your poem is simply wonderful, your expressions are vivid and flowless. thanks for sharing. you are a great poet. if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your valuable comments. Thanks.

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