In the evening of my days.

When my energy is spent faraway.

When my body is so full of frails.

When weakness builds a home in my soul.

When there no more to achieve nor goals.

In the evening of my days.

When my kingsize bed,becomes my comfort zone.

When everyday i have to complete a drug dose.

When am a stranger to some certain rooms.

When my fav food becomes abomination,only to feed on some certain fruit.

In the evening of my days.

When the body of my wife,no longer excite me.

When the desire to feed my phallus no longer entice me.

When there's no need for bottles to decide over things.

When the long for refreshment no long decides me.

In the evening of my days.

When the growth of my company holds little or no appeal.

When i can't remember the name of the M.D or it akin.

When i no longer bother about the stock market every night.

The lose or gain,i hear it with an unbothered smile.

In the evening of my days.
When the only thing i want to see is my grandchildren.

As i tell them the tales of my life,with unfilthered interest

I tell the matured males,about the cunny nature of women.

And tell them how to survive in time of distress.

In the evening of my days.

When the sun is about set.

I look back at a life well spent
.
With a smile,and no tinge of regret.

As i lay down on my kingsize bed.

Smiling,till my eyes closed forever,and am pronouced dead.

Wonderful piece up here. Quite unique and colorful

Utthaan4:
Wonderful piece up here. Quite unique and colorful

thanks bro