The last day


With his cloudy sight,

He went to the parkland.
Reminiscing about his past life,
Of being stout and winsome.
The recollection was bliss,
Without crumples, without strains.
Traveling in the vicinity,
He sustained without pain.
Abruptly his prop fell,
He turned back lazily
Started stumbling to spell,
Stuck silently for help.
Tired of solitude,
He needed his kith and kins.
Waiting for eternal rest,
He passed his departing scenes