some hide the age
it does not stop in a run
you become a sage
as you grow old
could be a belief
I nay not vouch so
aging is a relief
I nay not feel so.
The age gives an image
one of seniority
extends a leverage
a concession in priority
lends you other comforts
the honour and respect
as well as certain discomforts
the mobility and visibility
pull you through the day.
Aging gracefully is a task
as none could go through
without a drag in the ask
the physical restrictions get through
the mental refractions abound
the inability mounts in the course
the bodily illness comes in a rebound
else hard to cope up with force
have to live through with not grace
