The cloth is ripped
Padding all beaten down
The bed is too tired to hold a man
How many years has it served?
Seems it was there before my birth
So many years have passed
The mind boggles that it was not replaced until now
Will the bed be remembered or forgotten?
The owner seems to have taken another bed
Silently sleeping underneath the grass
Who will remember what is all used up?
The old bed sits on the muddy clay
Soon, it too will rest under the grass