Time is running out, still a lot needs to be done

Why I feel so?

When I am just at life’s, fag end

Now is the time for me to rock the chair

Instead I sit hands folded behind my head and stare

Thinking to start all over again

Knowing fully well that I might fail in disdain

 I recollect and reminisce from where to where I have come

Men, woman and folks who taught me to walk or talk

Where either gone or about to go

 Siblings whose hand I held and grew or pulled them through

Were too busy to think about me now

Busy tethering their own cow or calf’s

Not a minute to spare, not a penny for care

What to do? How to grow alone or single

Immediately then chose to marry to mingle and dingle

Find someone to set my own world

Which I would share with none

After marriage feed and get fed

Only thought was ruling my mind

Plenty of moments to spare for those who had given me care

Not with pennies but with lots of love to spare and care

Soon my life begin to grow and expand

One two three beautiful children came one by one

As if Lord had bejeweled and blessed from sky

Playing and holding their hands was lot of fun

Delight and pleasure surrounded seeing each one grow

Some needed little help and some no support

Watching them mature and grow big was all I would care

If per chance they fell I was always their

Neither a day nor a moment was passed when I was not their

 Suddenly things changed, too busy to worry for them

 Felt they were big enough to care

 Strong enough to venture and dare

 Why would I know care?

They had their own mind so why bother

 Advice and push only, when they are in slush

Saw them fall and rise again and again

 Proudly watching their strength and wisdom making the wisest shy

Wasn’t long before the nugget became gold to shine

When they stepped in life’s prime

Soon they were soaring new heights like an eagle

Married and settled to tread virgin land vivaciously

Falling back to us now and then, sometimes often

 Failure or success we were always there to acknowledge

When struck we were their best bet

Speeding and escalading they went gathering new domains

Proudly and confidently acclaiming the booty they went

Astounding and pleasing was to see tiny tots

Mounted on galloping horses and chariots the world they swept

Suddenly our growing wheel was now reclining

Age was getting over; Failures overwhelming, nothing to fawn anymore

Tree loaded with fruits was becoming barren and contort

Visibly body was disintegrating, but will so strong

Fail and collapse was neither my domain nor where I belong

   Under realm of depressions and convulsions

Inefficacious actions and growing age standing against  strong

While those whom I had reared and extended

Shying to believe in me, as I was getting old

Willing to support with care and pennies abounding

Eyes searching and heart wondering for support

Was neither visible nor extended

The look in the eyes said something anew

Rest, recoup as you are in the queue

Neither passionate nor avid anymore

You are old and about to die

Await your turn of the windy whiff

Standing at the verge of the old age cliff

As I was now a wanted commodity of the unwanted

It was then I remembered I am expected to die

Crossing the age and stage of mourning

With all eyes looking at you wondering when…..