The old man is 85 years old
Still he earns money, he paints homes
He has 4 sons, everyone earns a lot
But no one has time to spend with his father.
He recently has lost his wife
Who was his life
So now he just lives life, because he has to
And he doesn’t want to finish it by his hands.
His wife was the person
He trusted the most
He loved the most
She was the one who took care of his health.
Now that she has passed away
No one asks if he has taken some food
His rib cages are now visible from outside
His eyes have sunk into the little caves.
And the wives of the 4 sons have put chains on their necks
So may be, they want to, but can’t take care of their gather
And the old man works hard
To forget his sorrows
To forget his loses
To forget the life without his wife
And makes a little money
And the 4 women waits
For the old man’s death
To make those money of their own
Soaked with his sweat
They care about his sweat.