Yet another day
feels so dull,
no sight of a bright ray
feels like everything is void or null.

I see the plight
on his face,
I see him fight
with life at maximum pace.

His face be so pale
he's trying hard to express and speak,
but all his attempts to explain, fail
and he becomes weak.

Very weak he looks;
his appetite almost nil,
can't even read his prayer books
can't even talk- he's ill.

So helpless it feels,
everyday with more than a dozen meds- he deals.

His eyes have tears;
he has some fears.
Fears that everyone bears,
in the old age years.

But all I can do is to pray,
Oh Lord, bless him every day!