Old-Matured-Young-Song

 

Old-Matured-Young

 

When I stood in front of the mirror,

the reflection whispered, “You are old.”

It pointed to my grey hair and bald head,

and for a moment, old age made me feel weak.

 

But then the mature adult inside me said,

“You’re fortunate — no need for makeup,

and less time spent combing your hair.”

And the youngster in me chuckled,

“Remember how much time you wasted on that hair,

When you could have been training the brain beneath it?”

 

When I stood in front of the mirror,

the reflection sighed, “You are old —

Look at that saggy skin on your face.”

Old age in me refused to even look.

 

But the mature adult smiled,

“Saggy skin is just a new avatar — learn to admire it.”

And the youngster in me giggled,

“Think of all the kisses those cheeks have received.

Can you still feel the lipstick marks?”

 

When I started walking, old age grumbled, “Your joints are weak.”

But the mature adult said,

“This is a test of endurance — prove your strength.”

And the youngster in me laughed,

“Remember when you jumped that wall just to see your crush?”

 

When I started speaking, old age sighed, “Your voice is feeble.”

But the mature adult said,

“No — it’s humbler now.”

And the youngster in me cheered,

“Remember the voice you raised for your fellow students?”

 

When I thought of the friends who had departed,

old age whispered coldly, “The coffin is waiting for you.”

But the mature adult said gently,

“This is just the process of acceptance.”

And the youngster in me reminded,

“Think of the souls who fought for what is right —

not just for mere survival.”

 

I know that ageing is inevitable — but maturing is not.

Younger days are gone, but staying young is a choice.

 

 

 

 

So, let’s age physically,

mature gracefully,

and recollect the past —

not with sorrow, but with a smile and a laugh.

 

M.L. Narendra Kumar