Skinny granny sat under the dense tree facing towards the root,
Wrinkled face and shivering old body with the memory young
Long ago when sown the seed with care and admired the shoot
Lovely tree, played around, here lay childhood music; now it’s bung
Ah! I will be such a useless in this oblivion world, never thought,
Once like a queen, admired and loved, now, I am abandoned naught,
Sudden perch of birds with their sweet song, as if some ritual they led
A nightingale flew from within the granny, ensuring granny dead
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Wrinkled face and shivering old body with the memory young Long ago when sown the seed with care and admired the shoot- -aging is what we do when we don't die young