With the world ageing fast, With more old people Leaving their own families, To move to old age homes, Wishing a peaceful old age Away from The hustle and bustle of city life, To face the inevitable death That one day would Visit them To wrap them silently.
With more old people Being discontented, Disturbed and worried With the materialistic world, Wishing in their old age To be not a thorn In the life of their children.
Fearing their failing health, Worried about the rising hospital costs, The pain and the trauma They have to endure, All makes them silently, To wish for their death, To invite death Even by the back door.
