Growing Age

With every moment of time,

we grow a bit older.

Even when looked behind,

the changes cannot be undone, to the closed folder.

We eat ,work and sleep,

wake up the next morning to begin another day.

Once the time we have lost,

cannot be brought back, there’s no single way.

With every passing hour,

we add on to our age.

Birthdays are made special,

under wide spread coverage.

Older we grow, wiser we be.

More experienced we become.

The thoughts, the words once said to us,

we pass on to our children in lumpsome.

The art of growing is ageing gracefully,

Vanquish that comes your way.

The potency of mind and spirit, keeping alive .

Assist yourself to be jubilant and gay.

Accept the wrinkles on ur flesh,

admit the worn out skin.

Welcome your age with a smile on ur face,

Never whinge about what has ruined.