An Old Age Home, The Feelings

Heart of mine is

A home for him

Now he looks for something

That means nothing.

The feelings are as old as

A big tree but

Roots are useless

It seems to him.

These hands embraced

When he needed

Now it seems him

As useless.

When he cried

I gave my best to him

Now he has no place to

Keep me with him.

When he was younger

I used to keep him on my lap

When I was in need, he couldn't

Give me an embrace.

As old furniture's can

Be replaced by new

Today I'm like an

Old furniture,

And there is no place

To keep between a few.

He has his own family

Blessed with a son,

I wish he never becomes

An old furniture or

In Need of an old age home.