Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsListsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsListsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Growing Old

by asimjavid

*Growing Old is so disheartening filled with too much stress, perplexity and charade. Getting older made me to envision the malice in society and the world we live in, which is full of rapacious and self-centered human beings, lack of compassion and division of people on the grounds of ethnicity, economic inequalities . I have realized that childhood is the prime phase of life, where worries were the least , and i was ignorant from the cruel facts of life. I wish i was just a child and had not been exposed to cruel facts of life.*
Request permission to use this poem
Written by
asimjavid
For You?
Written by
asimjavid
Published
May 7, 2015
Time
1m
Tags
#world#factoflife
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell asimjavid how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogSupportFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 [production] by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write