Old age

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.”

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