An Old Mum At The Hospital..

She is fragile and thin with shrunken cheek,
The raged soft skin covers the porous bones,
A few teeth are gone, the rest are orphaned,
How she lost all her shine with run away time,

Severe Trembles and blabber with gazing eyes,
The voice of a young child, the mind of a beggar,
Alone on the disinfectant bed, wearing diaper,
All her children at work to repay the debt,

The tear accumulates in the corner,
Collect all the might to be a drop,
To roll down on the sides of the eyes,
Not on the cheek, as no hand there to wipe,

She calls all the names, always her dear,
All are at work to pay and repay their share,
She calls all those people that she loves and cared,
All are at work with chains secured to their legs,