The privilege of Age

In my child hood 

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

In my teenage years
Labor of learning was a must
There was no load of books to carry 

Learning was done with elders "sit-by me"

And playing along the bank
 

In my adulthood
I was taught to earn the best possible wage

Fruits of labor are so sweet for livelihood

But for me the effort of read and write 

Was not as important as supporting and assisting relatives

In my Elder-hood

I feel it a must to play with children and share wise stories
My for wish youngsters is come to learn to respect

I offer to associated adults condolences
Mostly I keep busy writing to know myself