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Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Grown Old

























In late seventies when bones refuse to support;
when eyes couldn't identify the object,
when most people plan their retirement;
I travel in flashback and regret.

All that time I've given to my children;
whom all my savings I’d spent on,
and loved them unconditionally;
that time has gone, long gone.

Now I've grown old;
with no more strength left,
they've left me alone to die;
with all my resources theft.

Grey hairs and missing teeth;
wrinkled face with eyes so deep,
fading memories that never sleep;
under which I hide and weep.

Looks like a nightmare came true;
and all I am left with is this stick,
on which I dare to walk my way;
with stumbled feet, so sick.

Now I've grown old;
with no more strength left,
they've left me alone to die;
with all my resources theft.

~Shreya ♥

P.S. My creation, please do not copy | Copyright © Protected | Image: Google

P.P.S. Inspired by a visit to an Old Age Home.

2 comments:

  1. it's so sad to watch those people get so less when they deserve so much..

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  2. Seriously, how can people be so heartless? Don't they feel guilty?

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