3082 You've turned eighty, that is true, And we've hit fifty, just like you. (English poetry)

You've turned eighty, that is true,

And we've hit fifty, just like you.

Why still expect us to run around,
Like twenties youth, fast and sound?
If you feel so, then try and say,
To grandkids who now rule the day.
Will any of them hear your plea?
You’re now eighty, and we're fifty.

You're lucky, doing what you please,
You command with such great ease.
And though we try to dodge your call,
Your words still hold us, one and all.
What will happen when we age too?
When eighty comes for me and you.
You've turned eighty, that is true,
And we've hit fifty, just like you.

Your presence still holds mighty sway,
Even your grown kids obey.
They’re fathers now, with kids to guide,
Yet still they stand by your side.
But will their children do the same?
Will they respect them, or shift the blame?
What will they face in later years?
Will they also live with doubts and fears?
You've turned eighty, that is true,
And we've hit fifty, just like you.

You speak of days from long ago,
Of things you did with youthful glow.
But this age, it’s a mystery still,
What defines it — time or will?
Did you work more at twenty-five,
Or now, just trying to survive?
Think with care, and you might see,
You’ve turned eighty, we’re fifty, we agree.

Remember when we reached this age,
You'd call on us at every stage.
Tasks you left, we had to do,
Half your chores — and ours too.
Now we do it all alone,
No support, we're on our own.
Try to ask our kids today,
Will they listen, or walk away?
Will you speak up now for me?
You’re eighty now, and we’re fifty.

You may not recall the thread and needle,
Climbing chairs, like fearless people.
Now no one’s left to lend a hand,
Will you help them understand?
Will you call someone for our need?
Or will you simply watch and heed?
You’re eighty now, that’s fair to say,
And we’ve hit fifty on our way.

When we talk of them, you sigh,
“They’re too busy,” is your reply.
“Let the kids live life their own,”
But what about us, alone, unknown?
Weren’t you once full of dreams and care,
And hoped your kids would just be there?
Can we not hope for the same?
Or is that wish now just a shame?
You’re eighty now, that’s fair to say,
And we’ve hit fifty on our way.

We’re like robots now, it seems,
You press a button, kill our dreams.
When you need us, we must show,
No matter what, we must go.
But if we're busy, hear us out,
You turn away, or start to pout.
Even when we give our all,
You find a reason to let us fall.
You’re eighty now, that’s fair to say,
And we’ve hit fifty on our way.

Your old age is understood,
We serve you best we ever could.
We bear your pride and every mood,
Standing by, as children should.
But won’t you plan a bit for us?
Let our old age be glorious.
You’re eighty now, that’s fair to say,
And we’ve hit fifty on our way.

6.55pm 16 April 2025