In my sixties, I was raided by my life,
Tell me all, how did you survive?
My house was raided all over,
There were moments saved forever.
In the kitchen were memories of cooking meals,
Serving each family members, pains all seal.
My table had my book with a chapter of life,
I played all characters, right or wrong to thrive.
My pen had little ink,
Just to write my last memories, before I sink.
Life stared at me and checked the roof,
I had often repaired the leakage, was the proof.
She looked at every nook and corner,
And found my books and awards of honour.
Walking from one room to another,
Found my lonely bed, with no one to bother.
My children had left me alone,
Now no love, no sympathy shown.
There was an old mirror in the room,
That witnessed my wrinkles and my gloom.
Why is your pillow all so wet?
Sir thats when I wept.
Oh! You have nothing good to share,
A poor life, nothing to dare.
A said see the attic of my house,
There is a doll, a lion, and a mouse.
I have richest treasure of my friends,
My childhood was golden, memories I mend.
In my pocket of memories, I had my childhood,
When I enjoyed, helped all, I was a robin hood…
Life smiled and said I don’t meet often,
Live all your dreams, till you lie in your coffin.