A morning to grow old in ~ by Sunil Bhandari

A morning to grow old in ~

Will we be two quiet souls
Suddenly lost to the world
Growing old in ways
The world forgets to remember?

Will our lives be tiny flourishes
Under the fame of children
Too blase to acknowledge
We'd loved them once?

What would we be
When we cease to be
A celebration of love
And life's meaning to itself?

Would we be passed over
Much before we pass on,
As we sink in ourselves
In a wrinkled mess of smells?

Could I look at you & seek solace
In ways you did once to me?
Can you be feisty with my timidness
The way you were with life itself?

I want to be a Zorba
Till death will part us be.
Our worth will be larger than our breath
A symbol of all we were, or could be.

~words of Sunil Bhandari