Occasionally
We get the chance
To have said
A proper goodbye
All the times
We joked and jeered
About
That time
Far into the future
When we will be
Unable to decide
Too old and sick
Life slowly
Creeping by
Occasionally
We take the chance
To contemplate
Where we would have liked to be
When that time arrive
Independent
Serene
Comfortable
The perfect dream
Growing old
A challenge
Not to withhold
Occasionally
More and more
We say goodbye
Sad farewells
Our elders
Leaving this earth
They gave us their best
All those days I followed you
Asking a million questions
Showing off child creations proud
Soon I will also be
Wrapped in an elder’s shroud
Waiting, wondering
How my old bones will respond
Silently waiting
Fighting loud
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-3-19.
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