Age

Age is fugitive

It waits for none

It chases one & all

Dreaded by everyone

The damage it causes

To the external cherished beauty

It wrinkles the smooth face

And dims vision as if it is its duty

One happily holds it hands

At the start of the journey

But loathes to be in its company

Towards the end of the journey

In the beginning, its colourful

Pink, purple & green

But towards the destination

It loses all its sheen

So one thinks, ignorant of the Gifts

That is waiting to be acquired

Like Wisdom, Experience & Patience

Which are actually required

In the journey of life

One passes through all stages

Like the seasons which follow the other

And bring about the changes

So, make peace with Age

And appreciate all its Gifts

Count all the wonderful surprises

It has given in parts & bits

One who starts the travel

Has to reach the end

However one may try

Rules cannot bend