
A hard day’s proceedings,
Old age, self maintenance, logistic issues, wife’s health…
Societal chores, physical frailty, financial jiggery-pockery,
Running from pillar to post,
Makes me through out the day a Ghost.
Comes the Evening, I feel exhausted,
Time to take stock of what was done,
And what could have been done.
Anyway I give up and pick my drink,
Put on good music and start to think.
Life is not all that bad,
And I feel like a King!
Guchi.