Ageing – You are not growing young!

Be alert, be aware of your ageing process

Working on the statistical questions,
My mind works on the variable “loneliness.”
Loneliness is closeness to the silent gods,
And to the unhappy self.
Both shall be hated if prolonged too long
For they breed vices and cause moral death.
Loneliness breeds poverty of the mind,
Where death is the only solution.
To kill a dead soul is also a murder.
To recede into a vegetated state
Brings curses and sighs for around.
I asked,
At my old age, or on my death,
Will anybody bring flowers to my cemetery?
I could not wait long for an answer
As the trucks honking on the roads,
The giant machines unweariedly growling,
Keep me here at my laptop.
I answered,
I know not nothing of tomorrow, pretending humility
(Rather unnerved in fear)
Hurriedly I blessed my conscious self for breathing now
While Reason laughed.
In face to face with the Imagined Future
I think of my inactive years ahead.
Do I need to do some good
For a better old age?
Doubt knocks the short cut for security
For knowing full well that curses will shower
From the tired souls, bodies and minds around.