Chapter 8 — Ode to Life
“That’s not grey hair.
That is my silver lining.”
Every wrinkle carries a memory.
Every grey strand holds a story.
Every passing year adds depth to life’s melody.
This chapter is my tribute to those moments.
A poetic reflection
on a journey well lived.
Even as I continue to work, write, and grow, there comes a time when one feels the need to pause and look back.
This chapter reveals my poetic side.
“In the Fall of Life” is my attempt to capture the many seasons of human existence—joy and sorrow, struggle and celebration, hope and reflection.
It is a biographical narrative in poetic form.
Through this poem, I revisit memories, experiences, and emotions that shaped my life. I share them not only as personal reflections, but as universal moments that many readers may recognize within themselves.
This poem represents one of my most heartfelt efforts to express life’s journey through verse.
An Ode to the Fall of Life
In the Fall of Life, I’m trying my Best,
To pen this ode, before my eyes rest.
Of yesteryear and of happy days,
Of the ways of challenges that life plays.
“Spring” — the happy day we are born,
To that sad day we lie in mourn.
Each day and year takes new wings,
Of this wonderful life that always sings.
Our childhood passed with nothing to worry,
No responsibilities, no tensions, no need to say sorry.
Happy carefree days at school we spent,
Sadly, those days of childhood slowly went.
Days of youth invited us to dream our dreams,
Free to enjoy picnics, mountains, and streams.
Come summer and responsibilities came,
Life called us forward, tested our flame.
Interviews, jobs, growth, competition,
For some easy, for others tension.
And love came calling, dreams galore,
Of poems and songs and times at the shore.
With family calling, a new phase began,
Care and protection in life’s greater plan.
Happiness, sadness, pain, and hurt,
Stages to test us, polish our worth.
Even before life felt complete,
Dreams faded softly at our feet.
Came the “Winter” with chilling grace,
Painful knees and time’s gentle trace.
“You’re getting old,” the body said,
Yet wisdom quietly spread.
Then came grandchildren’s warm embrace,
Bringing new light to time and space.
As the fall of life comes calling strong,
We think of what went right and wrong.
Of times to lose and times to keep,
Of times to laugh and times to weep.
Every year was a season’s song,
Each with meaning, deep and long.
Now this time has come for me,
To slow my pace and clearly see.
In autumn’s glow I humbly say,
Thank you, God, for each lived day.
In the Fall of Life, I’m trying my Best,
To pen this ode, before my eyes rest.
Life moves through seasons.
Spring teaches hope.
Summer teaches responsibility.
Autumn teaches gratitude.
Winter teaches wisdom.
This poem is my offering to those lessons.
A reminder that every stage matters.
Every memory counts.
Every life, when lived sincerely, becomes poetry.
Let this ode inspire you to cherish your own seasons—
past, present, and yet to come.
