Thursday, July 1, 2010

OLD AGE

OLD AGE

One after the other , like Autumn Fall
pale leaves tremble , - drop off,
ushering advance of another time
Silent waits the tree .
Physical ,vital wealth slides down
yet -silent stands the tree.

The wintry sunset hums and sings
the departing ' Octave notes'
In listless procession the pale leaves fall
and barren , stands the tree'.

With reminiscece of those youthfull joys
my days surrender to eve..
and adverse dusky dawn advance
yet dumb ! - awaits the tree .

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