The Gold Age Poem by Sasikala Kamandula

The Gold Age



Old is a Gold Age
When your grey hair is honoured.

Old age is a Bold Age
When you smile at your woes;

Old age is a Sold age
When you're trapped in a foldage;

Old age is a Garbage
When you're none to your kins;

Old age is a second Child Age
But without Mom:
And it's your Mother's lap,
Your ultimate Destiny,
The Home for the Aged!

The Gold Age
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Every old age is a successful story of warmth and woes. For some reason it's happening to many older people the ultimate destiny is the Home for the Aged. I witnessedThis is from that witness.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 18 July 2020

Such a nice poem, S. K. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.

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