Acrostic poem "Old Age Home"

Old and uncared grandpa standing beside a road,
Luggage on his shoulder make him bowed.
Dreaming and passing across the street he went to an "Old Age home".
Age with peace and rest should be his destiny.
Grown up children of today made him live like a shitty !!.
Everyone should not forget that one day they have to face the reality of old age mentally.

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