<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=556693" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I am glad, I am getting old</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every morning when I feel the sunshine, <br>filtering in my room over the hills and trees, <br>I remember my care free childhood mornings, <br>when my parents would happily toss me up and down in air, <br>I remember the beautiful dawn of my married life, <br>when me and my wife would feel eternally bonded together in the sunshine, <br>Now I am all alone welcoming the cheerful day, <br>The shadows of the past have made me think that I am getting old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look at my picture album sometimes, <br>I wonder why my hairline is shrinking away, <br>I wonder why it is getting harder to chew the food everyday, <br>I wonder where my adrenaline is gone these days, <br>why can't I play the soccer and the tennis as I used to, <br>till my kids and people around me remind me, <br>that I am not only getting old, but I am old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I used to look for respect in my younger days, <br>till I realized that the respect is given not expected, <br>now I find it everywhere even from people I never knew, <br>Now I feel relaxed with no fears and pressures of life's turmoil’s, <br>I love young and old, I try to find the meaning of my life, <br>I am at peace with myself, I am in love with nature, <br>I am glad, I am getting old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jay+P+Narain">Jay P Narain</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=556693" data-title="I am glad, I am getting old de Jay P Narain" data-description="Every morning when I feel the sunshine, filtering in my room over the hills and trees, I remember my care free childhood mornings, when my parents would happily toss me up and down in air, I remember the beautiful dawn of my married life, whe..."></div> </div> </div>

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