... getting old...

yeah.. i am getting old.. means on such day whenever the day comes to remind me.. on this day you were born,
of course decades ago.. hence getting old na.. and in unison i never ever.. tried disputing the fact.. never in any sojourn, 

in fact i do try telling a lot many.. and in fact to those a few who like to live in that age of some wanting tobe always alive,
but how and in which way and in what form.. i say.. nature has a say.. in each biological ways.. young have a skin.. glowing as of olive,


look... look.. and  do look.. and do observe the natural tightness in the skins and in the shines who are actually in their teens,
should i as one of more age should smile at them.. or should i as one of more age get jealous and abusive and full of bloody preens,

i should smile at them.. must say a few complementary words.. bacchey.. your age.. your time.. your instinct to get go,
only then shall i able to say.. i lived and living my age.. what i did.. was a matter of pride of course.. now your time.. do not be slow,

in letting each know.. your own fair desires.. your own glowing aspirations.. your own pristine assets,
that are there always in climbs.. and if life spent from here on with resolves.. this and it will remain so.. with you in true facets,

look.. recall your botany days.. maybe of 12th standards.. recall the growing up of tree in photosynthesis way,
only the trees get bigger and bigger with age.. upon humans.. wrinkles do set in.. hair get gray,

and if in fit regimen then any human can walk.. as one believer.. alright.. living here in with own age,
never was in such hurry.. am in such hurry.. shall never be.. living in age with own biological years.. is not.. was not and shall never be a rage...