Thee Move On…!

I am weak, I can make out
But leave me alone…
Thee move on... I know my way!

Long ago, a Sunday morn,
When the clock said quarter to two,
Thy cry made me smile.

Days passed, grown you do,
My forties came,
The present late seventies too.

I am sure, I met my vow,
To make your pace comfort.
Now you know… Move on!

You showed the same door,
Which I opened for you,
Thats Ok... ! All set to go..

Don’t worry my dear,
Though my body is weak,
A stick will do, let me try !

Before I go, here a thing or two,
Clear that wooden box you made,
When I sat intense a year ago.

Not a choice, Its your duty,
I think that won’t do for your trip,
You are one feet, two inches tall to me.

Your son will do,
When you touch your sixties
Adieu my son... I know my way !

A year or two for my saturation,
You don’t follow my way,
Atleast thy life be good !