You Looked.

Time Goes On

He lies on the deathbed
old and disdained
life ebbing out of him
as onlookers watch on
waiting, waiting

His eyes are closed
his wrinkled skin hanging loose
heavy breathing fills the air
Once so dear
today no one wants to come near
His descendant is about to be here
to all, he is the one who’s most dear

Time is passing by
slowly but steadily
it is passing by…

Suddenly his breathing gets faster
he clasps the crooked chair
his chest pulls out like a pigeon
and exactly at midnight
he breathes his last.

No sooner,
his descendant steps into the hut
and people rejoice
But we all know
he was too late
And he had to be. . .