As I grow old,
I leave the village for the town
And stop going with her hand in hand;
As I grow old,
I change my attire
And others' acquaintance I make;
As I grow old,
I shave my beard
And comb my hair;
As I grow old,
I wear eye-glasses to start reading and writing;
I also look for a job
To assume a bit of responsibility.
As I grow old,
I adopt different views
And disown the ones I used to hold;
As I grow old,
I sleep on a raw mattress
And leave the door ajar;
As I grow old,
I decide to find a wife
And put an end to my life.
I'm so glad to read your creations Mr.Omar.
ReplyDeleteof course, you have a good future to write poems as well as other kinds of literature.
on the other hands, in your peom, you have described many periods in your life. of course, in every period you have an aspiration and hope.
also, I think, Until this time you have realised all your wishes except the last one, but i'm sure that you are going to find a honest woman to get married under ALLAH willing, but dont forget your friend to attend your wedding hhh.
good luck my close friend.