When One Goes Invalid… Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
When One Goes Invalid…
The old invalid one, like a child
In the cradle, is in the mercy
Of others for care and comfort.
Defenseless, the most pitiable
He becomes, hoarding all curses.
His power and wealth is of no use.
A gun cannot serve the holder
With his limbs too weak to hold it.
02.12.2016
Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: old age
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