My old age your old age

I will wake up with the itches

And will not complain

Very difficult the task to undertake

But will have to embrace it

Till the end because I’ll be there

Someday and soon

Bright eyes that will fade in colour

Seeing or not seeing with aid

And on bridges will beg for alms

For strong adherents to support

Will I be here

Someday and soon?

Aching limbs that soak up the bed

With tears holding on to a stick to walk

Waist that bends not without a support

A groan or even a proclamation to the maker

Who alone will come for them

Someday and soon

Will this be, my old age

Like your old age

And if it be can I resolve

Many have stayed to endure

Many more will have cursed its passing

With their love ones that day, if soon.

When the head is decorated with gray

And footsteps become feeble and frail

Imprisoned appetite

And attitudes

Will reap an everlasting peace or worry

Some day soon