Decent Old Age

A cycle of poems «Kazan»

The sun dips low, a golden hue,
Another day, another view.
The wrinkles etched, a story told,
Of laughter shared, of battles bold.
The hair turned grey, the steps are slow,
But in my heart, the embers glow.

A decent old age, a gentle grace,
A time to rest, a peaceful space.
To watch the world, with knowing eyes,
To cherish moments, as time flies.
No need to rush, no need to strive,
Just simply live, and truly thrive.

The memories dance, a sweet refrain,
Of love and loss, of joy and pain.
The children grown, their wings unfurled,
A legacy built, a brand new world.
The friends are fewer, the hands held tight,
Sharing stories, in the fading light.

A decent old age, a gentle grace,
A time to rest, a peaceful space.
To watch the world, with knowing eyes,
To cherish moments, as time flies.
No need to rush, no need to strive,
Just simply live, and truly thrive.

Some aches and pains, a weary sigh,
But still the spirit, reaching high.
A grateful heart, for all I've known,
For every lesson, every seed sown.
The sunset hues, a promise bright,
A peaceful ending, bathed in light.

A decent old age, a gentle grace,
A time to rest, a peaceful space.
To watch the world, with knowing eyes,
To cherish moments, as time flies.
No need to rush, no need to strive,
Just simply live, and truly thrive.

A decent old age, a gift so rare,
To breathe it in, with love and care.
To find contentment, in the quiet space,
A smile upon, a gentle face.
A decent old age, a life well spent,
A journey's end, a blessing sent.