Grumpy

Six grumpy-old men
unhappy and sad
sour and cold
soup they had
criticised, traumatised
a poor young lad
never will work again
in old people shed

Sleepy :-)

I am so sleepy
lend me a shoulder
Sleep on the couch
on a barren boulder
Getting tired quickly
balder and older

Ancient

I, a million years old,
sitting underneath
shadow of my master,
admiring all blessings,
suffering each disaster,
time has been an endless companion,
seen Mother Earth’s magic,
then sapiens did the damage, so tragic,
tears dripping with some red colour,
through wrinkles of my age old face,
along-with traces of humanity,
lost memory, past my sanity,
now weak and senile,
thinking Samaria and Nile
are children of mine

When shiny things lose lustre

Born with a
diamond crusted
platinum adorned,
silver spoon

Raised by virtuosos,
masters of fame
Tricks of the trade
by best in the game

Presents always
glitter and gold
all shiny new
Nothing ever old

Life has been kind,
too kind always
Nights been generous
Sunny all days

One fine day
age arrives
energy evaporates
body survives

all limbs injured
every bone hurts
used to be dames
now death flirts

presents still shiny
chests full of gold
all lose lustre
when we feel old

Transcending

honour, bravery,
character, chivalry
transcends time
weaknesses inherent
poor excuses apparent
in deeds’ absence