The Yoke Of Age

Old age a crown of thorns, a curse,

no one to look after you, no one to nurse;

They don't want you anymore.

They wait for you, to make, a horizontal  exit, from their front door,

Old age is like being infants once again.

understand them, when time comes, you

too will have same pain.

They try to reach out to you, but you don't have  time,

Treating your parents like outsiders is a crime.

They had spared enough time in their lives,   every day,

To bring you up, to educate you, to show you   the right away.

Today you have reached a position because

 of  them,

Treat them like what they are, priceless  gem,

God blessed you with their presence in your life,

Think of their life, they went through so much  of  strife.

 So give them due respect, give them love, on    all days.

Old age is not a curse, but a blessing always.

The yoke of old age is carried by all of us don't

 you see,

today  it's them, tomorrow it can be either you or me.