I have a son; how proud I was
When he was born! How proud I was
When he had grown and abroad flown!
Left to neglect, I am still proud
Of him, his sons, sons’ sons,
Non of whom have given their dues.
I broadcast of them in the old age home
To earn for my pyre some respect.
16.03.2006
culture passage such a million years...a way of life, as the edge of time wonder the begin of the style...great work with wonderful reflection of our old age....God bless....a 10+++++++++
Such a sad fate of an aged...However, this exist truly to us...Life's nature to accept...This reminds me of my grandfather! ! !
another reality of life.. there r many children who leave their parents after they r well settled.. a shame for dem too.. nice penned.
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I broadcast of them in the old age home To earn for my pyre some respect.... very painful but heart touching message...10 read mine papa do u know and papa you too.....