Committed to love

I must grow committed to my parents.
Yes, I want shelter;
I must grow committed to my siblings.
Yes, I need some support.
The same way to wife for a rest and
As regards kids for love.
Why must I, the old, live committed to grandkids?
I shall be gone before they grew up.
Is it for my progeny?
29.08.2002

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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