Old age
Feb 24, 2017 · 1 min read
Every evening we go for a walk. In one of the houses on the first floor we see an old gentleman sitting in the balcony. We wave to him and he waves back. Some time ago I came across Haiku and tanka forms of poetry. They have really fascinated me. I try to form them when I see something which touches my heart.
“Old age slows down life
It can be calm and peaceful
Or a lonely world
Life moves on, changes happen
No one knows what lies ahead.”
