They leave

One day

They do leave

Consume their memories

Heartily

Their mad senior moments

Will make your tears to die

Being contagious with

Those struggle stories

repeatedly told once

Will make your worries to fly

Their wardrobe

Their corners

The little things

They used

Or maybe misused

Are those places

Where

Lingers their

Sweet traces of love

That we can cherish

And Catch them alive

They leave

One day

They do leave

In honour of their life

Kiss them a loving goodbye!

P.S: in memory of few of the parents of friends gone this year!