Nonagenarian
He is not yet senile but a fading memory,
in his nonchalant way sitting on a bench
with his walking stick aside.
He is another member to the home for the elders
who sustains by charity.
Nobody comes to see him
loved ones either forgotten
or lives abroad who knows? .
Like a sundowner looking to the infinity
and he smiles alone with teary eyes.
His wrinkled face reflects the hardships undergone.
Everybody's Dad!
not necessary to wrestle with life again
the days are very few to regain.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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