As humans grow old and begin to age,
Organs don’t respond,there comes a stage,
All is left is Helplessness,anger and self rage,
Dependence on others and locked in a cage,
As skin begins to shrink and bones rattle,
Man begins to repent,little by little,
He knows that hope to live is very brittle,
And its time to pass on the mantle.
As his vision blurs and his memory blanks out,
Gone are those days of strength and stout,
Now its only fatal diseases bout by bout,
All the pride is gone with nothing left to tout
As his past begins to haunt him cold,
On the outside he seems to face it bold,
As every ounce of energy he tries to hold,
More and more his miseries begin to unfold
As he contemplates his actions on the dying bed,
Realising what his elders had rightfully said,
Shameful of all the evil paths he has led
Sorry, not have done some good deeds instead,
As he begins to want a relief of death,
His soul cries like a burning hearth,
On the verge of being one with the Mother earth,
He apologises as he gets ready for the next birth.
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