Growing old
Time and again I have been told
“U r growing old”
The walls, sometimes, seem to whisper
“Your bday is here, old age is near”
I wonder why we were taught
“Old is gold”; when being old is so feared.
When I was a teenager
I was told to act mature
As I was growing old
Even before old age came
The chant of being old was there.
When I started working
I was told to save
Old age is a bad time
Don’t be so spendthrift
Or in Ur old age u will sign and heave .
I don’t see wrinkles on my skin
I still feel young and energetic
“You ought to get married now”
The neighbors say
Parents, subtly, the same convey.
I really don’t understand
What age has to do with marriage plans?
Why age is so magnified?
Why growing old is curse personified?
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