Old Is Gold Poem by Kinyua Karanja
Old Is Gold
Let no melancholia rob your joy
For life a thing to play a toy
Aging do lure like decoy
Resist remorse as aging a deity fiat
Young age you can't fly at
Though feared, old is gold
Many wish and struggle to hold
But very few to attain a fold
Divine given and never sold
A path and road less traveled
For these who travel never reverse
A labeled book in verse
It's a journey to infinity
A gradual process to eternity
A cycle that only God knows
So true... we are on a journey towards infinity and we don't know where we are going. only god knows.
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4/27/2024 10:57:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful rendition of words to utmost justice. An insightful poem elegantly brought with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing Kinyua.