Hope of the old

The daughters and the son of my son!
I am around you, serving and pleasing
At the cost of my pride and convenience.
It's an investment for the mercy to acrue;
The mercy of you and your parents
To feed me when I go invalid
To nurse me when I am bed ridden
And to see me off in a smooth sailing.
You may fail but I've no alternative.
This is the fate of every human
18.10.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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