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!
Wednesday, May 6, 2020
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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.
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7/28/2025 3:57:53 PM # 1.0.0
Such a nice poem, S. K. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.