Honour
is above success
greater potency
does it possess

Bruised
but didn't hurt

fractured
but not broken

down
but not out

failed
but didn't walk away

disliked
but didn't hurt the pride

rejected
but still self-accepted

oppressed
but resurrected

hated
but love wasn't robbed

shaken
but remained constant

tested
but prevailed

dishonoured
but still conquered

Joy and happiness
  which word appeals more to you?

I was the before
I am the now
the unmade future
yet to know-

I'm the rollover
of all deeds and thoughts
the assemblage
of all which went before

but I'll never be a machine
a device, gadget or computer
I remain the raw flesh-and-blood
I'll live humanly and stoop to conquer

When turning back is impossible
  the crossed bridge had broken down
  you are left alone to your resources
  and standing on shaky ground-

the horizon is dim and misty
tortuous and rough is the path
bitter winds are buffeting your face
testing your every courage and trust--

this is the moment
that will determine your fate
it's the fight to survive or fall
an encounter you'll never forget.

Night descends with its shadows
with the forces of a fiery foe
it will be  long hours of a bitter struggle
will you emerge victorious upon the morrow?

My religion is within myself-
     what I think, speak (in silence) and do
     my unknown engagements
     as each moment goes through

     what I'll become
     is carved in sacred devotion
     words fail to define
      this inexplicable communion-

     I'll walk aside
    from analysis and reason
    and will only abide
   in that blissful land

  beyond the pale
of earthly existence
with my palm out-stretched
in that Transcendence

I'm old
not cranky-
don't unfairly
judge me.

I'm old
too you'll be
arthritis and lumbago
naturally.

I'm old
walk clumsily
but still
maintain my mental capacity.

I'm old
Mount Everest I can't ascent
can still walk in the hill
easily descend.

I'm old
medications have too many
my medical bills are mounting
but my doctors are happy.

I'm old
still can dance and sing
though I realise
gone are my days of spring.

I'm old
part of me is still green
despite my warts and balding
to continue well-living count me in!