And write down on page
About life you spent
And fragrance smelt
If you could do nothing
It was one thing
If you could attempt
That was sign prompt
Lament nothing
But assess something
What was short in an attempt?
Just lack of will power in act
So feeling of youth in old age
May invite make you feel like torn page
No one shall read what is written
You are laughed and badly side lined
Time has different story
To make you feel sorry
You are spent force
With no ability to use source