Last Stage-Old Age

Everyone has to enter their oldage It is life's last stage Can' predict the span of men as it moves like thespian run. Hard to catch the past time. As yellowish comes after green in lime. Never will it dawn in life again, similar to the droplets of rain. All Sides of the world is blocked All ways of the path clogged Standing on the verge of the end where they long for a companion or friend The last stage is filled with worries where everyone's past brings merries Gone,Gone and Gone leaving a path so long. Wrinkles move here and there pale of face and gray of hair Joy leaves them with agony where they stand solitary.