You too will grow old one day, and can't figure out how.
One day I was trying to close slowly the door, then Slam!
I suppose in so many ways I am considered senile now.
It wasn't supposed to happen to me either, but here I am...
Old people need quietude they say, but they are wrong.
We need the sound of children's laughter more than ever.
If people only knew how dull a day is, or how long,
When filial attachments, always fragile, begin to sever....
Not that I ever really knew any of them anyway,
What with many a long mile between them and me.
Why do I now speak when I really have nothing to say?
Why do I write of my favorite sight which I never see....
There is nothing of excitement in my life anymore;
I am only sleepwalking through what's left of it.
No grandchildren ever seen, never darken my door;
Any progeny of my life, I am now bereft of it....
