Old Age Poem by Dr. Rani Mathew

It is a recliner carved and polished.
on the hand rest, right,
an engravedlion fierce and wild
A woodenlion on a wooden seat.
It is a -n old man redundant and shadow like
An exhibit, on the recliner
Lolling stiff andtaut.
Anotherwoodenlion on a wooden seat.
Hands wrinkled and dry
Stretch out for the teasing fingerS
Earssagged AND hard of hearing
Lost on wordsthat ran together.
Baffled like the Babylonian
Amidst tongue confusing
Unseen, unheard, he sat
Single in the crowd.
Pining as his dad did once
for a young man
with grey hair
a translator
always one step away