ON TURNING 65
The telomeres are shortening and are telling,
your time has come for a final reckoning
The DNA you inherited are tested and tired
Indicating that all your cylinders are fully fired
Childhood memories come stronger and fonder
Those were the days that you had no time to ponder.
Your parents, not rich, cultured and spent what they earned
Did their best, provided what you had yearned.
Growing up, one was told that you should be somebody
Then you realise that life is a never ending comedy.
One strives and strives to prove oneself
To one’s family, wife, children and everyone else.
One goes through happiness, strife, illness and uncertinity,
In life’s peregrination one should take it with equanimity,
One believes what one does is best for everybody in close circuit
But such actions may not be the best for their pursuit.
Wondering where, what and how things went wrong
Wondering why you are caught between a pair of tongs.
Contentment and satisfaction is what one desired.
Life’s issues remain disappointing and unclarified.
Life’s passage can be peaceful, by being consciously spiritual
Cut off from this world, practising philosophy metaphysical
Earnings, money, respect, reputation have no meaning,
As the due date of your reckoning comes calling.
In this short journey of life keep a clear conscience,
Surrender to HIS will and without compuction
Be good, do good, be kind and be generous,
Leave your footprints in the sands of time
65 is a long life to live, if achievements are incomplete and inadequate
It was designed by HIM so, destined to pass without guilt and woe,
Life teaches you hard lessons.
In between your coming and going
Life is filled with EGO that we are somebody
This is an illusion and a false trip, a mental tuning, a nobody.
You come to this world alone,
When the call comes nobody comes,
One goes ALONE.