As the years pass by

Midnight buzz of my wall clock that struck twelve tinning my ears
and all i carry within me are those golden tears
Passing 8 decades in life was not really a joke
But circumstances made it seem like it was not a big deal though

I object, they don't deserve it, a house leaving their home
On the phase of life when they needed it more
Those hands they held helping to stand still, made it strong enough for living
Those heart they built, pouring love and giving it a sense of feeling

Were no more there being aside in their needs
Rather they had inanimate ones, the chairs and those brittle sticks
And the ones they had never known in their lives till decades
Giving hands in their deeds feeding them on behalf of those money making fakes

Days being so uncertain, they could see today but no tomorrow
Fear of death slowly haunting inside, having to leave home was another part of their sorrow
no rays of hope they could see waiting for their ones to grab them within arms
but a cold foggy shade when they leave leaving them with same hopes for another more years

Pathetic to even visualize the life giving almighty, how cruel it is to throw them out
leaving your world in old age home, You gain nothing with prayers to achieve what you want.