Old: A Poem

Sadness consoled 
A heart so old 
Happiness dissolved 
a tale unknown 

I walked quietly 
feeling gold 
But their looks told me 
I am quite old 

I kept eyes down 
Feeling low
I hid tears now
Time you show

Tomorrow is better 
Love unsold
Age don’t matter 
Then the echoes told 

– Jan @jahnavigouri

43 thoughts on “Old: A Poem

  1. As I’m getting old I’ve noticed that there is this belief that elderly people should be relegated to the background. It’s particularly noticeable when I go for my evening walks, people look at me strange because I sing and bop along. I think I’m going to get deemed eccentric, but, as your poem demonstrates superbly, being subservient only brings unhappiness

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