Without the Thought of Past and Future

The love and concern Of parents are waste For the thankless adults. But the time when Loneliness was fearful, When darkness led to cry The providence of parents Was valuable. At present, the love of mother, Who bore, is disgrace. The concern of father, Who have always held Near to his heart, is shameful. The stories they told, The games that they played with, The immemorial kisses that they gave And everything that they spent Have vanished. Without thinking of The childhood and senility of selves The old parents are pushed To the edge of the house. So be prepared For the dark rooms In the senility.