A Lonely Old Man
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How weak and helpless is a lonely old man!
He has none to look after him,
nobody to cook food for him,
nobody to provide him medical aid,
nobody to whom he may listen to,
nobody to whom he may talk.
How mighty is a lonely old man!
He can think in pin drop silence,
he can convert his thoughts into a poem,
he can talk to himself loudly,
nobody to criticize him,
nobody to condemn him.
How brave is a lonely old man!
he will not become a liability for anyone,
whatever is written in his fate,
he will face bravely like a soldier,
he will fight the war of life up to his last breath,
with all his might as he is right.
How happy is a lonely old man!
He will welcome the Angel of death,
with no tears for anyone whom he will miss,
but with a smile in hope,
that he is going to another lovely world,
where there are his elders who truly loved him.
How excited is a lonely old man!
Like a child who for the first time,
is tying his bag and baggage for a pleasure trip,
he is going to see beautiful places
he has never seen.
He is ready for a maiden adventure.
How hopeful is a lonely old man!
he will see his grandparents,
he will meet his parents,
he will enjoy a different life,
with friends and acquaintances
already gone and settled there forever.
How carefree is a lonely old man!
He will be in a world where nobody is too mighty to kill,
no court to punish him for his thoughts and writes,
no laws, no morals, no customs and no taboos,
where maid of nature will sing the lyric of love
written by the old man with a youthful heart.
How confident is a lonely old man!
He will become a child once again,
he will grow in a handsome youth,
he will start a new love movie with the same heroin,
he will have the same children more lovely this time,
and the cute grandchildren more naughty and more pretty.
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