Old man on the sidewalk, Who art thou?
You look frail and sad and do not even have a pillow to rest your head
Old man on the sidewalk, What is your bank balance?
A dirty pink towel, a plastic bag with two papers and a shirt and a pair of slippers
Old man on the sidewalk, Where is your house?
It is drizzling now and you might catch a cold
Old man on the sidewalk, Do you have a family?
A place you can call home, where there is fun and laughter
Old man on the sidewalk, Do you dream?
Of having a bed for yourself and someone to take care of yourself
Old man on the sidewalk, Why are you here?
Is not there an old age home where you can at-least find some rest
Old man on the sidewalk, Do you have a story?
About your childhood, teenage, youth life and your adulthood
Old man on the sidewalk, Who art thou?
The night is gonna end and you will keep on moving
-Chronicwriter
I am scared,
ReplyDeleteScared that someday,
I will die,
In the near future,
An unmarked and unknown corpse,
That no one will,
Ever be able to identify.
I have nightmares,
That replay this same tale,
My mother struggling,
To find my body,
Among a pile of corpses,
In the morgue.
I am scared to think,
Of the consequences,
That would arise,
If this nightmare,
Were by some,
Weird twist of fate,
To come true :(