Last Stage-Old Age
Everyone has to enter their oldage
It is life's last stage
Can' predict the span of men
as it moves like thespian run.
Hard to catch the past time.
As yellowish comes after green in lime.
Never will it dawn in life again,
similar to the droplets of rain.
All Sides of the world is blocked
All ways of the path clogged
Standing on the verge of the end
where they long for a companion or friend
The last stage is filled with worries
where everyone's past brings merries
Gone,Gone and Gone
leaving a path so long.
Wrinkles move here and there
pale of face and gray of hair
Joy leaves them with agony
where they stand solitary.
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