Theme: Humor

Young and Old

by Saad Mallik
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My blood was hot when I was young
And I possessed a stinging tongue
To complement my physical might,
A quick reflex and an urge to fight
My every real or perceived
Adversary, forever, grieved
I was locked in turbulent pursuit,
In competition tense and brute
Volunteering for sacrifice
In desert heat or arctic ice
Oblivious of all mortal fears
Scaling unheard of frontiers
Dancing on idealistic beat
The universe under my feet!
No wonder I was, as a rule,
Known to be 'A reckless fool!'

Now I'm old, my blood is cold
No one exactly calls me bold
With passionate non-violence
Is how I conduct my offense
The more I pass my time on earth
The more I value my life's worth
Smart to bypass every risk
Because of chronic slipped disk
Though troubled by incontinence
And fumbling with progressive lens,
I lecture on blind obedience
And virtues of long experience
Let others search the world of cyber
My priority is intake of fiber
Immune to mockery or insult
Much like a dedicated cult
I've perfectly good excuse
Why it's acceptable to lose
I've amended my life's goal
To keep myself in control
Everyone listens when I advise
Old age has surely made me wise!

Agreed, maturing has its prize
But I would rather be otherwise!


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