POEM: Old age
Home sweet home.
Will the phase be gone?
Will it remain my home?
Home of hope for happiness;
Where love is all we know.
Sweet child sweet!
Unless be like one,
paradise a home for worthy ones.
Sweet child sweet.
Forever young i would've liked;
Beckoning of the old.
Like the call of nature;
When due, irrevocable.
Gradually i move near.
Waving to the days of young.
An irreversible change indeed.
