In the lounge where noon has passed,
Voices mingle, memories amassed.
A dozen hearts with stories to tell,
Finding solace where they dwell.
Weathered hands hold chips or cookies,
Each bite a toast to the days of the sixties.
They talk of friends, of dreams once bright,
Of festivals, songs, and warm twilight.
“Remember the movies?” one chuckles with glee,
“Rajesh Khanna, so dashing to see!”
Another laughs, “And the snacks we’d devour,
Though my waistline grew by the hour.”
With canes tapping like gentle beats,
They share their aches, their joys and defeats.
Laughter ripples, a spark takes flight,
Spreading feelings warm and bright.
“Death’s no stranger, just hanging around,
Peeking in now, not making a sound.
‘Who’s next?’ they joke, with a wink and a grin,
Like death’s just a visitor slipping in.”
They laugh about ailments, each tale shines bright,
“Last week I tripped—what a comical sight!
I went down like a kite, though the landing was rough,
And the hospital bill was more than enough!”
Home remedies drift through the air,
“Try yoga,” one says, “or turmeric care.”
A crystal for calm, or a warm herbal brew,
Though my last ‘magic cure’ nearly gave me the flu!”
In the weave of memories, worries take form,
Stories of children caught in life’s storm.
“Will they visit?” one voice dips low,
“We gave them love; where did it go?”
But humor breaks through, softening fears,
As they laugh at the years and their peers.
“Who needs the gym with steps in the hall?
Each walk’s a marathon after all!”
They wink at fate, this bittersweet game,
Giving life’s shadows a warm, gentle name.
For life is a feast, each dish a surprise,
Even when served with fond goodbyes.
And so they sit, stitched by the years,
Laughing at sorrows, brushing off tears.
In fleeting moments, they savor the blend,
Finding peace in laughter, right up to the end.
Written By
Mr V. Krishnan
Covai S3 Retirement Community
