! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Age Old Issue! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Times were when an auto rickshaw Drove over my dainty toes I said ouch, there was a momentary pain; Shouted and moved to the next lane. Times were when I could wear stilettos, And even walk on slippery snow. When young, you set your limits Couldn’t care and get away with it. Now, when my toe gets struck by a chair, I end up with what they call a mild fracture. Stay in bed, in a cast, hair dishevelled. As the pain slowly up my spine travels. One slice of pizza with tomato and cheese And little bit of fried food with grease, My belly aches and I long for a shut eye, But sleep seems to have said good bye. No longer can go on my knees Since have rheumatoid arthritis. Body point blank says, I refuse To forgive you, for all the misuse. Now, there is little money can buy, Just pills you swallow and cry. When I groan, family leaves In disdain; turns on the small screen. My son who lives overseas, Calls and suggests a walking stick. But Anika with her kind eyes, Sits by my side to empathize. We must order cushions for your feet, Meanwhile let’s make a collage with dry leaves. Pure love and innocence of my grand child, Eases the pain to my delight I find. Inspired by Raj Nandy’s GRAY HAIRS Mark Twain: Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. 21.06.09