The first man I met in the morning
Was old, sitting at the door, yawning
As I went for my morning walk
I saw his fragile figure, thin and dark
Once strong, agile, glowing human
Now wrinkled, shrinked, aged  man
Done his duties, fought his battle
Tired, withered, dry eyes, shriveledÂ
Faced hardships, struggled, battered heart
Slippers at side, thinking for long
“Will my children take me along?
My body is aching, as if falling apart,
vigor and strength of bones depart
I have a stone where once I had a heart
I may be alone, aloof, shaky and bit sadÂ
Inside this old carcass, still a young lad !!!”
 I met this luckiest old man, there he sat.