Like Distant Relatives

Our beginning days Were sweetly close and thick.. I used to feel the heavenly nectar Lingering on my lips for long hours But earth started losing The lustre of its soil For sadly a poor cultivation.. Money became your criteria And as tilling and manuring Didn't help to restore the soil I was forced to be the symbol Of frugality.Family weighed too heavy Yet withal Life has to change someday some way..it did Today you in the porch dozing..I in the bed slumping Like two distant relatives... Age....reminiscing about those nectareous days