Ageing With Grace
As
days fade by and years pass by,
Memoir
that is bright gets the light.
Framing
the thoughts aspiring heights,
Fragile
are the deeds of my plights.
Somewhere I hear a sound so
deep,
That conquers the heart and
mind alike,
A sound so intense, that
something
Anew strikes the conscience
childlike.
Many
get to deal the new thoughts
Not so
good but not at all bad.
Some
may fade as they get
To get
on your nerves to make you sad.
Ageing is a grace, growing
is a pleasure,
As the time rolls by,
maturing is a treasure.
Age gracefully experiencing
the trades of life,
As life goes by knick-knack
the trick to stand by.
Live
life to the full,
As who
knows what the next moment would pull.
Yesterday,
today, tomorrow is not to let go with sorrow,
Enjoy
the days that’s coming by, letting go the days that’s gone by.