Old Is Gold

Poem By Akhtar Jawad

Neither you're a teen aged girl,
Nor I'm a naughty boy,
The romance with its twist and curl,
And the youth with all its joy,
Has gone, leaving cries,
The shine of the hair,
And wine of the eyes,
From the ocean of despair,
Sometimes rise like a wave,
Turn again me, a knave.

Your cheeks are pink,
But your lips are dry,
Just need a link,
You can still fly,
Think like girls.
You have gems and pearls.

Do you know noble metals,
Aren't dissolved in acid,
And the dried rose petals,
The emotions, may be placid,
When turned in storms,
Shake all the norms.

Don't behave like an old,
I am silver you're gold.

Comments about Old Is Gold

A beautiful poem to read.
A beautiful write.................10
Wonderful poem..I liked the youthful spirit you brought in this poem. Very true said one must be young at heart.. The concluding lines are beautiful.... Don't behave like an old, I am silver you're gold.
very nice to read finding to keep the hopes alive and not getting perturbed by the odds.
nice one... proud of you

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