An Old Age Home

Strolling through the yard of a nest Stirs my mind with a thrust The dusk mourns in quest For the mercy which fades in west. Stepping in to the lounge of cheers Discloses my heart with tears Their eyes bury the pain That hunts with a sense of vain. Diffusing in to their lives Drives my wonder to the hives Of the helpless human souls Who forgot to taste their goals. Drifting the priority of man Sets those eyes in ban Those sighs haunt my ears That foresees the loss of their dears. Lacking the lustre in an age Leaves those lives in the cage An age that deserves dignity With a heart engraved of pity. Pouring a wave of love Blows their fancy like a dove Those moments are the best In this quaint world of lust. Seeking with a quench of thirst Revives them with a burst That floods across the shore Over the speckles beneath the shore. Departing from their lap Rests my life with a gap This is the wound that never heals That sails along with the wheels.