Old Age Home Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

They aren't defeated by time's cruel thrash,
But by their children,
Who have thrown them out,
Like trash.

Old age home is the place,
The aged parents shall stay,
Until Azrael visits them,
Stealing away their lives.

It's a place they call home scarcely,
They've got,
What they don't deserve the least,
The children like Goneril and Regan behaved rudely.

As life was enjoyed by the Greco Kings,
So do the children now,
The aged souls shed tears,
None to them happiness brings.

The parents that have reared them up,
Have turned into outcasts,
In their eyes,
Oh God! When will the offspring literally grow up?