Middle Aged
N.
Seetharambai
My daughter complains
Me
becoming conservative
My
mother-in-law on the other hand
Mocks
at me for being too liberal
Lost
am I in thoughts
Brooding
over the statements
Of
two generations between
Whom
I am caught
Depressed
I am
Being
beaten from both sides
Suddenly
I realise
That
both are Right
Relieved
I am to discover
That
I am the Bridge between two generations
Blessed
am I with wisdom
I
gained over the years
Now
I understand well
Feelings
of the older generation
My
memory is still fresh
With
the Acts of Omissions and Commissions
Of
mine in my youthful years
Helps
me in seeing through
Dreams
and aspirations of the Youth
And
tolerate their impertinence
How
proud now I am of my Greying Hair
Neither
shinning black nor silver white
Sounds
sweet to my ears
To
be so called the Middle Aged Lady
Since
it places me at the centre stage
Amongst
the preceding and succeeding Generations