Theme: Life

Young and Old

I count the years
I have - to live...

They count the days
They have - to live...

I’m young,
They’re old

Life has a lot
In store for me

Their storage space
Is less…

For me, life goes fast…
For them, life went fast.

How they wish
Life was slow -
And they wouldn’t
Have to go…

(dedicated to my aged parents, the thought of losing them, worries me every day, yet there’s no way I can keep mortality at bay.)


More By  :  Aparna Chatterjee

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Comments on this Poem

Comment yeah, it's a huge thing to worry..same here!! very nice poem!!

29-May-2012 07:03 AM

Comment very touchy !!

29-May-2012 05:29 AM

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