Random Thought Iv (On Old Age)

Childhood returns in old age Every little hurt brings a tear and an 'ouch'! No mom is here with a kiss and a blow soft, But time is plentiful to dry those saline drops Alone, in quiet, without any body looking. Once the storm is over Calm returns as usual Like nothing has happened Just but the lees of muddy soil settled deep down in psyche. No pilgrimage is enough to Cleanse that soiled and dusty heart Than an arroyo of love and forgiveness. Pioneers are sacrificial lamb With their flash and blood Paving the way of greater good. In my old age I need a No cook required High tech kitchen.