There comes a time in life always,
when there is no more need for it ,anyway.
Still the burden of tired routine are carried;
formalities, with a touch of resigned exhaustion.
The days move along covered with the grime,
almost like the turgid gutter . No wonder !
People are disinterested with all this.
They have their own methods to bypass
all these small irritants sticking out
like sore thumbs in their daily routine
of eating , sleeping and copulation.
Covering their nostrils with the perfume
sprayed on their clean and crisp handkerchief;
they cross the road beside the morgue.
The decomposed cadaver lies there,
alone in the cold,with its own putrid smell.
Nobody needs it anymore.