SENILITY THY NAME IS FRAILTY
All things aren’t big as it seems, nothing in this world is, big either,
Look at the moon, from your balcony, everyday it differs in shape,
We too are changing everyday, certain things aren’t noticed either,
Change is the rule of the nature, ageing one never willing to take
Youth and health like other things tiny to begin with, sans ambitions,
Adding wealth of knowledge, the mighty thought in retrospection,
Searched more wealth, losing health to gain these unstable emotions,
Forgetting health for wealth, we oft do in quest of ascendancy option.
We add habits which once sticks, gets stuck for ever, goes the saying ,
Remove a letter from habit, it will be there till the end of it and life
Aging is a big process, the word seems so tiny for any human being,
Goes unnoticed from second day of life till the end of your strife.
Where to begin, from the end of ossification or the onset of grey hair
For those who learnt this four decades ago , indeed a tall order query,
Giving little key in latin as a clue this bilateral bone, a strut to be fair,
Betwixt the humerus and sternum this bone, either side not a low key.
That was also the same time we left our medical school in total ecstasy,
From then on the graying process took over grudgingly from outwards,
Parting ways for an aspiring morrow, the better grays for a better assay,
The less fortunate’s had their jobs cut out for a decent pay standards.
Through work and study both started counting the grays within and out,
Years passed, the grey on the surface got painted for sustaining outlook,
Then the need for the reunion started, gaining momentum out and out,
Good thing that we all appear getting younger and energetic in face book.
It’s time of another reunion in the horizon, mostly all in seventh decade
Oh God! Fervently praying no loss of this group, their spouses, any more,
May be as a medical man ,a stupid request, we know it’s a wrong façade,
As the saying, if all pray for a noble cause, it’ll extend our group more.
This poem is dedicated for my 1970 MBBS BATCHMATES
All things aren’t big as it seems, nothing in this world is, big either,
Look at the moon, from your balcony, everyday it differs in shape,
We too are changing everyday, certain things aren’t noticed either,
Change is the rule of the nature, ageing one never willing to take
Youth and health like other things tiny to begin with, sans ambitions,
Adding wealth of knowledge, the mighty thought in retrospection,
Searched more wealth, losing health to gain these unstable emotions,
Forgetting health for wealth, we oft do in quest of ascendancy option.
We add habits which once sticks, gets stuck for ever, goes the saying ,
Remove a letter from habit, it will be there till the end of it and life
Aging is a big process, the word seems so tiny for any human being,
Goes unnoticed from second day of life till the end of your strife.
Where to begin, from the end of ossification or the onset of grey hair
For those who learnt this four decades ago , indeed a tall order query,
Giving little key in latin as a clue this bilateral bone, a strut to be fair,
Betwixt the humerus and sternum this bone, either side not a low key.
That was also the same time we left our medical school in total ecstasy,
From then on the graying process took over grudgingly from outwards,
Parting ways for an aspiring morrow, the better grays for a better assay,
The less fortunate’s had their jobs cut out for a decent pay standards.
Through work and study both started counting the grays within and out,
Years passed, the grey on the surface got painted for sustaining outlook,
Then the need for the reunion started, gaining momentum out and out,
Good thing that we all appear getting younger and energetic in face book.
It’s time of another reunion in the horizon, mostly all in seventh decade
Oh God! Fervently praying no loss of this group, their spouses, any more,
May be as a medical man ,a stupid request, we know it’s a wrong façade,
As the saying, if all pray for a noble cause, it’ll extend our group more.
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