I am tired of staring walls
I am tired of peeping out of the windows
Is there a life more worthy than being alone
I talk to myself
I laugh with myself
Only silence giving me company
Loner is my name
And lonesome is my life
All that I do is write
Words are escaping from my paper
As imagination Is deforming
And I am bland in my thoughts
This is the feel of old age that has crept in me
Friends have been lost along the way
And I walk in my life alone
Hunger has faded in my feelings
I have shrunk in size as no urges to eat
This is old age that has crept in me
Very lonely is life
Illness and medicines are what I deal
How long will be this ordeal
Words are slipping away
Memories are the parties that I attend
Laughter and joy are
then I feel
Nobody knocks at my door
Childern of the neighbourhood stay away from me
As I am an old lady
Might get angry at their mischief
I wonder who will take me to my final journey to my grave
I question myself as the fear in me sways
This is the description of Old Age !!!!
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