Privilege of Age

In my childhood
I used to get milk in a golden glass
And food in the decorated silver dish
That innocent life of a privilege

In my teenage
For me labor of learning was must
There was no load books
Getting wisdom was sitting near by

Playing in the bank of a river was just

In my adulthood

I was taught earn the best with the waste

Fruits of labor are so sweet for livelihood

But for me the effort of read and write must

Most important wast support and assist relatives

In my Elder-hood

I feel to play with children and share wise stories
I wish youngsters come to learn to respect

I try to offer to associated with adult to condolence
Mostly keep busy learn to know myself by writing