Why the loneliness creeps?

Why the nest lay desolate

The silence feels like a void

The body started to creek

Why did the eyes begin to sheathe?

The laughter sounds hollow

The happiness seems a sham

Why does life in old age become a task?

When the sun sets, the dusk emerge

The prime passes and old age creeps,

The energy and bounce pass without a trace,

The sands of time passes through life gates,

Only echo of silence and footprints of memories remained,

The truth and reality peep through the skin.