The Exit

White hair, loose skin, soft speech.
Mr. Robertson stands straight
Getting a faint support from his cane
Fashion at its best-
“All I wear now is khaki and clean shoes”

“Howard!”- they called him
A strong 200 pound officer of law.
Running around like life was never over
Mr. Robert exhales-
“Life is not what it used to be. ”

His two brothers left a year apart
And he waits patiently for his own.
He went to the station last month but
Returned yet again-
“Departures scheduled by the lord.”

Places he has never been to,
He starts walking slowly again
Towards the light of the exit
An advice with soft voice-
“When it rains, it pours.”



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