Into The Fifties

Your son is taller than you

And you see his future bright.

Trying your shoes, he says,

"Papa, it's tight."

When a thirty year old calls you,

"Auntie" or "Uncle",

Looking at your face in the mirror,

You ask yourself,

"Is there any wrinkle?"

Your wife says,"Wear proper clothes,

Or you will catch a cold."

Yielding to her commands,

You feel you are not so bold.

Few stairs and a brisk walk,

Make you breathless,

Need just a cup of tea

And an old song to refresh.

Bored by your monotonous routine,

You start sparing a Sunday.

Sometimes it backfires

Into a hectic Monday.

Born in your hands

And so tiny to hold.

Growing before your eyes,

Some of them are now twenty years old.

As we journey from young to old,

With a caring husband or wife,

Let's thank God

For giving us such a beautiful life.