I am a story lying on the bed,

Having many words left to be said,

Looking back, I have more regrets than smiles,

That’s something which pokes holes,

In my successful journey called life,

In which I had some children and a wife,

Done a normal job betraying people and my soul,

Making money out of it being the only goal,

Now my children see my sacrifices as my duty,

Not single of them showing a pinch of pity,

Now this old man realizes his life was a joke,

Who lived his whole life with heart which is broke,

Now my survival is out of his hands, says the doctor,

While Angel and Devil decide my home in afterlife on a game of poker.