When I lie on the Soft couch <br />I come by a severe Reproach <br />Reproach of the days <br />Which were in your ways! <br />Reproach for the love <br />Which I kept above <br />Above every thing each <br />Where does only reach <br />The elevated thoughts <br />But I have got <br />A severe blow <br />From the time’s bow <br />It pulled me back <br />I fell like a sack <br />Returned on the coach <br />To get other reproach <br />From the Youngman <br />Who walk in vain? <br />He looks like thee <br />When comes round me <br />He snubs in the way <br />As you, on the day <br />When I was at home <br />With you and your mom <br />Your mom passed <br />And I was crossed <br />In grief and gloom <br />But keep you bloom <br />Like smiling flower <br />As spring shower <br />Oh, my eyes rain <br />All in vain <br />You brought your “life” <br />In the form of wife <br />Alas! I did so <br />With my father lo! <br />I thought him a bar <br />And days are not far <br />When I would become <br />A deep deep humm! <br />Feeling me a bar <br />You will debar <br />Me from the home <br />Making a gnome <br />Took me from hand <br />Like a sacrifice rand <br />Put me behind <br />With affected kind <br />Get me piled <br />In the wild wild <br />Old people house <br />Like a plagued mouse<br /><br />akram saqib<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-old-people-s-house/
