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!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice poem, S. K. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.