Uncle Passed Away

Uncle passed away in sleep In the wee hours today in peace The breeze held its sibilant breath Leaves paused and listened in depth He was ninety-two, three-fourth blind Yet, exuberant like a playful child Never did he mouth a complaint His smile never ever waned He lived all alone in a bustling town As his kin and children worked abroad He never sought a helping hand Content full with his own hands And a maid who came once a day To cook his food and clean the place His mood upbeat, infectious grace Enthralled those who saw his face The world for him was a shadow play Delights galore in dance and sway As he swished and made his way Silent like a fish in a bay He moved in and out of his flat His sense of touch made sure that He was always on the right spot With his unfading smile intact He knew where what was placed The right elevator button to press Sense of touch told him well The exact count in his wallet’s swell Uncle proved exemplary To all his contemporaries He was the best lesson they could have On graceful aging sans fear of grave Smiling on his bed he lay Rustle and winds stilled mid-way A white lamb stood bleating at his feet It was death, helpless, uncle had it tricked