Growing Old
Lost in an exhaustive worry of aging.
Have you ever wondered, what does it mean to grow old?
Is it the weariness or fatigue of bones.
Or is it the stress of white hair out of context.
Is it the endless struggle to not be lonely.
Or is it the futile effort to conceal that you are scared.
May be its none of it or may be all of it.
But why care of a few wrinkles or a few struggles to breathe.
Why care of the shedding leaves.
Growing old is just a one big celebration.
Walking into unknowns of so many variations.
It’s an eternal thing, the precious jewel of all.
Growing old is not to worry.
But it is just to be.
© Akhand Singh, 2018 © An Empty Glass, 2018
Akhand Singh 