Old Poem by Chan Mongol

OLD
By: Chan Mongol
September 03 of 2024


In the natural business;

Life is a process!

What an old body is?

Dried up river Euphrates!

Old ages increase;

The dead end to reach!

In the hard long old age;

Targeting to meet final days!

It's natural but horrible;

Without ties of people!

All elders are at the edge;

They look up at the vastness!

It's not only me as I see;

It's been in the history!

Unanswered mystery;

Why born, why misery?

Older natives lived with trees;

For shelter, for soothing breeze!

In a nuclear war affected town;

Nobody is there to settle down!

Mirage is in the hot and dry desert;

No matter if an old is a fool or a smart!