Duty till farewell

With the last born having settled in life,

I thought my duty in life was over.

Then came the attending of my parents

In their old age, a stressing experience.

With that I thought my duty was over.

Then came the nursing of my wife struck

By a fatal illness, a taxing experience.

With that too, my duty was not to be over.

Sucked of sap, I have to keep my offspring

In good humour, a wounding experience.

The last one is a duty without heart

And yet is sweet as the last exercise.

03.01.2015