Aged Soul Poem by Rema Santosh

Did hear those trumpets
And the drums that did thunder
They were in ahurry for life
And only for self, they did worry
Was there any pain, I was not sure
But I couldn't see, nor could I share
I found myself, lost in all ways
and before me lay no easy path
My hopes had played it out
My life did win, in many ways
I had all the merries and dreams
and my share of sorrows and horrors
Now, wavering is my mind, even its voice
sensed only that, I was alone
If only a hand had stretched out
Not to point, but to bear with
I could feel my senses right
And I did live, I could be sure