Gliding Through Old Age Gracefully

I often heard fine old ladies receiving comments “you are growing old so gracefully”. This has given me a picture of how the swan moves about either on air or water. The gliding movement is so graceful which has drawn so many implications in growing old thus I started scribbling a few verses about it until I came up with this whole poem.

Often times I’ve heard and read that old age is feared

The once even-toned skin will soon be wrinkled and lined

The once supple limbs will soon be arthritic, and no longer fine

The once brisk and steady gait will soon be a shuffle and a shudder

Then who would love to reach old age the soonest and settle there?

Science discovered a balm to put old age at bay

It may take perhaps eighteen or twenty years off one’s age

But no one can disown the slackening gait as one grows old

Nor dimming of one’s vision and bent countenance forever delay

Accept. Flow with the current that glide through old age gracefully!

See the swan that majestically glides on air or water?

Effortless. Unhurried. Unfazed. Problem free. Happy and enjoying!

As it moves from one point to another, has arrived to where it desires

With no problem, no hassle, no fear, no fret, no stress nor worry

Come. Join me in gliding through the lanes of old age gracefully!

A sage once said to those who worry and dread

Never, never regret growing old, feeble and gray

For this is a privilege and God’s gift denied to many

Whose death punctuated their few years on earth so early

Be calm. Just willingly glide down the corridors of old age gracefully.

We may arrive at old age gnarled and decayed

Just like the stately old oak tree, one observer said

That stands prestigious for over three hundred years

It appears "fatter than usual, hollow inside, looks old and dumpy

Yet still respectable, attractive, functional" as it towers gracefully!

Old age has wisdom acquired through the passing of years

It comes from God who led through the perils and blessings in life

There are built-in diseases and little ills which one cannot let go

But as we grow old this is still great, normal, sound and healthy

So relax. We now reached the portals of old age by gliding gracefully!