OLD AND GREY
Nothing much left to say.
When you're very much old and grey.
Wrinkled skin and powered glass.
Abandoned by the favored mass.
Memories of the bygone days.
Treasured in a glittering phase.
Along with tears, a drop or two.
All in blurry and fading hue.
Await kind words and a smile.
With gratitude more and concern while.
Nothing to expect, just to flow.
Time to bid adieu although.
Last days be a gracious one.
Crucial help from self but none.
More of comfort and less surmise.
Let the end be a prompt surprise.
© Anindita Mazumdar
(Honorable Mention Female Poet)