<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451292" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Is it always too late! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cold wind knocking on the door, <br>Old shrivelled man on the floor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ashamed, lost control over bladder.<br>Broken, fell from the ladder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows its pain or melancholy<br>Over the absence of progeny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Overcome with impotent rage<br>Who said its golden age? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trembles with loud paroxysms<br>Why I could have kept a nurse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the hard earned money spent<br>On raising kids; late to repent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spent, looked up shocked<br>Spouse watching with a stoic look</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The shelves filled with favourite books<br>He loved reading to his kids and quote.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No health, wealth, poor eyesight.<br>Lessons ignored on hindsight…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His son had brought a gift, <br>A book' Tuesday with Morrie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He recalled the last message; <br>Can one live on regrets? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Doesn't help when you get this far, <br> Make peace, forgive yourself and others.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its too much, this tension of opposites<br>Why dwell on withdrawals, not on deposits? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He cried softly, face wet with tears, <br> Said to his wife, give me a hand dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">motivated to write this on hearing the plight of my Uncle now 90. senior citizens are really marginalised. their condition is pathetic to say the least</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tuesday with Morrie, a book by Mitch Albom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451292" data-title="Is it always too late! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="Cold wind knocking on the door, Old shrivelled man on the floor. Ashamed, lost control over bladder. Broken, fell from the ladder. Who knows its pain or melancholy Over the absence of progeny. Overcome with impotent rage Who said its golden ag..."></div> </div> </div>

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