Old Age--A Haiku
Retired from career,
Time does not appear to fly.
What do I perform?
Bones are delicate,
Sight becomes debilitate,
Mass getting fragile.
Consort left abode,
Feel rejected, neglected
How will I exist?
Life HAD energy,
Living WAS high-spirited,
Vivacious and brisk.
Sitting all alone,
Waiting for someone to knock,
Until lungs breathe last.