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Old Man
by
Ehsan Elahi Ehsan
Oh, my children, my sons and daughters
You do not know, do not want to know
Or perhaps cannot know
In this age of childhood
In this age of boyhood
And in this period of youth
That in spite of all your indifference
In spite of your taunting and escaping
In spite of your evading
And in spite of all your stubbornness
And in spite of all your misbehavior
You are the real source of my inspiration
And yours insulting thinking
You may behave any way
Your thoughts, your actions, your dreams
And reactions are always giving me
A feeling in this old age
That I am not all alone
Howsoever lonely I may feel
But, perhaps you do not know
That this old age is a blessing also
That tells you what the life is
That explains to you the knots
That have remained unopened
That all the experiences of this age
Lead you to deduces some ideas
Some thoughts and some precepts
That remains hidden before
That only reveals them in this age
This is the age, where man,
Stands on a high rock, and sees
All the things going before him
In the form of a procession, he is able to know
Those points in life
Which have shaped or misshaped him
But Alas! He remains to tell of these things only
You may listen or not listen to him.
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