A letter

My bent shoulders can no more bear the pain of missing you everyday My eyes are closing due to drowning skinfolds longing to see a glimpse of you before going to rest Your thoughts have girdled around my mind letting it to think of nothing else My twilight years are engrossed in isolation and misery and restlesness for you to come It's not cold here, but my hands still shiver while writing you this as this may be the last one I understand that you had a sound logic of putting me in an old age home but unlike your promises you never visited Hoping this letter to reach the right address this time - Your father