Seasons of Life

This is a poem which describes the love of parents towards their children but how today's young generation betrays it.It is also about different stages of our life......

An old man sits on a bench thinking,

how like spring once in childhood he too was flowering.

               

                                                         Then came the most busy season of his life - summer,

                                                          Where he has no time to even spread rumour.

                                                           This was the most busiest part,

                                                           As this was the teenage years,when he have to learn science and art.

Then came the rainy season ,

when he had to do college and buy for his wife a nice mansion.

                                                          Then came his life's winter,

                                                          when he had to look for his children's bright future.

                                                          This was the most hustle and bustle part of his life,

                                                           Where he have to settle his children along with his wife.

Finally came the saddest thing,

When with his children he can no longer merrily sing.

                                                        He still remembers how he taught his sons to walk,

                                                        But none among them with him now talk.

                                                        When they were young he supported them,

                                                        But now when he was old none of them supported him.

He was abandoned by all of them,

Because he was now a burden for them.

He cannot control his tears,

remembering the cute scolding he gave to his children by pulling their ears.

                                                      He considered them as his support for his old age,

                                                      but now he waits for his last breath sitting on this bench of old age home...

Author's Note

I believe that as a 15-year old girl i can just motivate my contemporaries and all my friends to respect their parents and return the same love and care which they give us in our childhood in their old age............

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

"This was the most busiest part," to "This was the busiest part," "Where he have to settle his children along with his wife." to "Where he had to settle his children along with his wife."

Unfortunately even the parents that treated their children more kindly are left as the parents are ignored.

In some parts of the world and in some cultures the parents and ancestors are revered and treated with respect, but in other parts of the world, the old just sit and wait to die. Well done.

[Riddhi]

Thanks for reviewing and yes many senior citizens are not treated in the way they should be.....

[Deepak Belbase]

You've amazed me! really! I've almost read your every poem today, but this one has make me wonder about a man singing his tragedy. You're very much affected by human nature and it's seems like there is a very beautiful soul has hided inside you. you're really a good person... just need to explore yourself, your soul and you would be a very beautiful inspiration for someone one day!

[Riddhi]

Thanks for reviewing and i am happy you liked my poem....

[AaronFreitas]

I enjoyed the story riddhi... it's crazy how many kids are ungrateful for the things their parents do for them. No one is perfect and everyone learns on the go. Nice write :)

[Riddhi]

Thanks for reviewing.....

[Coyote Poetry]

It is a hard way to die. Alone.
"He considered them as his support for his old age,
but now he waits for his last breath sitting on this bench of old age home..."
Your poem is true for many. Forgotten people waiting for death. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Riddhi]

Thanks for reviewing...

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[dan]

When parents age it is sometimes not financially possible for the kids to provide support. But if it IS possible I think that it's a shame if the kids don't return the favor and love that their parents provided them. Very nicely written, riddhi. take care...dan

[Riddhi]

Thanks for spending your precious time in reading my poem...

[Dayran]

A long look at the life of a man lived in duty to others. Perhaps you should also highlight the happy moments. Its hard to believe that that's all there is.

[Riddhi]

Thanks for reviewing sir...

[Mahi sain(Mahesh)]

Really nice poem,
i havent enough word to say,
nice work
goodluck,
keep it up,
All the best,
by whole my team member,
of "my poem is my life"

[Riddhi]

Thanks for revewing my poem...

[Mahi sain(Mahesh)]

Your always welcome,
keep it up

[Alias]

Very insightful, you have a good imaginations and good intentions. Well done x

[Riddhi]

Thanks for reviewing my poem...

[Archos]

Another nice poem. The topics, which are very well chosen, are presented in a natural, fluent way. Great job!

[Riddhi]

Thanks for reviewing my poem....

[Gabriel]

Very interesting poem, and well written. And so much of the time it's the sad truth. Thanks for the post.

[Riddhi]

Thanks...for reviewing my poem and spending your precious time in reading my poem

[Gabriel]

Your most welcome..