Through the wrinkles of time,
I feel that glow when I was at prime,
Spirit prisoned inside withered body,
Breaks free of age’s tyranny.
Leafless branches of tree of age,
Still dance in passion’s breeze,
In them love birds still chatter,
Does age even matter?
Unrestrained spirit still wanders,
In unknown spaces in search of wonders,
The antelope of my soul leaps,
For harvest of love to reap.
Aging can’t be my final destiny,
When soul savors life’s juicy recipe,
Till that time when life sings final lullaby,
The blazing fire in me won’t dim and die.
© K.Radhakrishnan
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
Emily Dickinson
A reflective poem affirming the popular saying that age is just a number .
An introspective poem, underlining the truth that”the blazing fire” within the poet will not be easily extinguished by time.
The poem celebrates the undying spirit within every human being irrespective of the advancing years
You have so rightly said, “Aging can’t be my final destiny.” A poem celebrating the undying spirit within, despite aging.
Wow! What a lovely poem ‘Does Age Even Matter?’…’The antelope of my soul leaps’,…Can feel the freshness of the spirit, with age being no problem! Very interesting!
a beautiful poem indeed Sitr.It made me think does age even matters!It’s imagery makes my heart reminisce the years gone by.
Sorry for typing error SIR