The curse of the old
As an invalid,
At the mercy of those
Indebted to you,
You have to live till the end.
They would handle you
According to the scars
They have got of you,
Irrespective of favours
Received from you.
You can opt for homes,
Where, your past glory
Being unknown to them,
You would be handled
Roughly to your dismay.
Either way it is a curse
The old one is fated to.
21.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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