The Lonely Old Couple

 © Copyright Renu Vyas

The old couple, sitting quietly by the window

Drooping shoulders, sad old figures, all alone

The crowds and the world pass them by 

As they gaze on, neglected, forgotten and unknown

They watch the children shout and play

And remember fondly of their own

Their giggles and laughs, and running so fast

And the seeds of love they had as a family sown

The daughter’s need to sit in their laps

Her non-stop chatters and dimpled smile

All now things of the past, forgotten so fast

While she grew up and moved on in life

The Son’s games of cricket, and basket ball

And the sticking of band-aid on grazed knees

His bonding with his Dad and clinging to Mom

Now just remain as cherished memories

“We are grown up now and we need our space

We have our own dreams to fulfill”

The children had claimed it was their life

Leaving the parents with their loneliness to live

The couple now sits, side by side 

The days are now spent gazing at the phone

“Will it ring today ? will the children call ?”

They sit and wonder, so lonely and forlorn