Poetry

Glad I am old

I may be old but not cold
I care love and time gold
Hold my hand I shall tell
Tales which google can’t tell

I may be old but not wild
Wild to haunt nature mild
Kind my life knows these wild
Rivers, trees and hills my friends

FB, Snapchat, Instagram and wats app
Weren’t my addiction but affections apt
Love was being patient I felt
Love yours does anytime state you” left”

Yeah! I am old but yet bold
Timidity wasn’t my blood
Nature I did never sold
For riches I didn’t aim gold

Yeah, I am as you say old
Gadgets I didn’t know as you said
But bridges of privacy I didn’t build
Driving self from life I didn’t ride on pride

Yes, I am old
Glad, I am old

@Raji❤