She staggered on,
With the frivelled skin,
Old legs harly supporting
Her weight, looking
Hither, thither,
Crossing the lanes
Very slowly, to the mall
To buy daily needs,
Helped by most,
Walking down the lane,
Very slowly, thinking
Of the ones who met her,
Her children. grandchildren,
Working else where,
All the time reminiscing
Her old days, when her
Husband was alive,
Talking of everything
Under the sun, children
Busily playing, with affairs
She never opposed,
Of the marrages four
In numbers, she slowly
Read the newspaers,
Watched th tv, wondering
When she will be bedridden,
Death dawning on her,
Why oldage should happen,
When there is so much
To live and happy about.
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