The Aged Man's Journey.

In the morning the old man walked straight suffering a lot with his lame legs There he looked the passers nearby And wished with a helpless smile in face Unable to speak in fluency he tried To say a best wishes of early good morning But failed to make the sound in proper ways And walked along the road in distance Somehow wishing with a symbol of love Asked to where the man was going in difficult He slowly and with a shying smile replied To the house nearby residing my son For a glass of tea which is usual customary And tried to avoid but unable to stop Where I have to walk with such difficulty Without a help in my own home at present The better half had passed away years before And still trying to the journey to the end This walk is the walk to the distance Until the end of the journey decided in heights.