The Oldage Home Poem by Priyanshu Jain

The quite and silent old age home,
Where live the old and gold.
They have seen the ups and downs of life.
They had their husbands or wife.
They also had their children happy and cheerful.

Now they seem to be a burden,
On those whom they had nurtured and grown.
They remember their halcyon days,
When they would look at their children with a frown.

Through the window enter the sunrays,
Which cultivates among them a hope to live again,
With the other old people, many of whom had met the same fate.
They pray for others day and night,
Looking for the path to heaven, a ray of divine light.