It gets ugly.

Look at me & look at you,

Let’s switch lives for a day or two.

My back is bent & I’m not as alert as you,

You will experience this ugly phase too.

I pray, your kids will care for you,

For some reason, mine are unable to.

I hope there’ll be someone to talk to you,

For, I know how I ache for a friend to talk to.

Love is no longer enough, I can tell you,

We crave comfort in our last year or two.

Your money is hard-earned & I congratulate you,

All I’m saying is donate just a rupee or two.

Every small drop counts, I promise you,

Donate & be an inspiration to others too.