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Three old men sat on the roadside bench
Their noses oblivious of the nasty stench
Foul smelling wayside drain
With friends the oldies feel no pain
Sipping tea from aluminium tumblers
Nibbling at soft biscuits
The trio don't have much to look forward to
They all are at the end of life's persuits
No teeth, hair grey and sparse
Joints aching wth age and rheumatism
Walking sticks keep them upright
They are indeed examples of optimism
Just returned from their daybreak walk
They know they are not wanted at home
Savouring the company of the mellow morn
To the young these oldies are soap without foam
© Bishwanath Mukherjee
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How very true a poem that tells of. Old age. Well written by a Wordsmith. Have a nice day now Your Mate BERN
Thank you Bernsmith Sir for the honorary title of wordsmith
Or should it be fairytaleteller ~Your mate after life~
©bishu