Youth is wasted on the young.

Think it over – old age view of a child.

A poem about old age.

This poem is a true dipction of changing situation and stages of life.

This is a poem about growing old together.

Remember the old.

Studies show that the human brain starts to deteriorate at 45 years.

A poem that came to me while watching an old couple on a bench,who can guess the lives they led,people see old and fragile and forget that they were once young and vibrant with hopes and dreams for the future.
Hope you like it.

This poem is to justify those who say they don’t wish to retire or falter to low productivity due to old age; until death do us part.

A short story.