Sinking Boat

They all say The house where I live crushes down or freezes out other inhabitants rushes out but how I can move? where is the shame to die in which place once I took birth and sent deep my roots and where I place my foot on every step from childhood to manhood here once I bloomed hundred flowers and proposed to my first love and give birth to new leaves from here I knew how to sail out a sea though my soul knows very well that this boat getting old some nuts at joints loosened and junked and it will immediately sink yet it wants more as age is nothing heart is repaired a new like its childhood age and it fears nothing even to embrace death.