The wanderer's wanderlust stopped at once <br />as he got a stroke. <br />He strolls with his walking stick only a short distance. <br />It's not like his early days. <br />When he was a stripling looks like a horseman. <br />He is speechless because of the shock <br />and gradually he became bedridden. <br />This handsome man never used a bedpan <br />but now his wife brings him all the time. <br />Life perverts him very unkindly <br />anyway the beloved with him as a shadow. <br />Flies and Maggots in friendly terms <br />because of the bedsores. <br />The innocent soul drowns in the shallow waters <br />and he fades away in the wakefulness.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-act-of-the-play/
