WAITING

Waiting

In the other room,

The old man lies,

Waiting to expire,

And here we sit,

Laugh and shout,

Till we perspire.

And the old man is deaf.

The shadows in the room lengthen,

And blind his vision,

And he groans to feel

He is still alive.

                  * * * *

“Leave me alone, let me be”,

Cried the old man, in his agony.

Time has marked his eyes and face.

He said, ” all my life,

I have run this race,

Now just let me have my space”