His
grandpa is ever smiling
Cutting
jokes, playful
Seemingly,
with not a care in the world
My
grandpa on the other hand
is always grumpy, harsh
critical
and recalling bitter memories
It’s
said old age is like wine
the
good ones getting better
bad
ones turning more sour
if
only my grandpa could be
like
his grandpa, more of sunshine
less
of the snow- more of soul consciousness
and
less of body consciousness!
Life treats us differently and one becomes humorous and another grumpy. One can learn nevertheless!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your thought Tomichan! Can see your point of view.
ReplyDeleteThat is a sweet poem.....
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Sunaina!
ReplyDeleteVery sweet poem here. I like it. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jamshed! Happy you liked it!
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