Age with Grace_..

Well we all have to age
some day
one day
but age
we must gracefully

not many come to hold our hands
maybe contagious
may be you will seek

so stay afar
don't ever expect
you will have no disappointment said Buddha ere

but now a day’s who listens
one listener is rare
so I read you
I don't stare

I see myself like you without hair
eyes dark stark and bare
and
look into the far depths of maddening darkness
but with no despair

I compose my thoughts like you do
We must age as you too...

So read my poem
MOM’S SMILES
She smiles still into my eyes
half a century gone by
she smiles in anticipation
we may meet in the far corners
----------------.....of the universe
where we may each other
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,re-treat

alas we will never
but
Hope lives on still
more in me
than in her Will