Life still goes on.

We have human body and flash, yet we no futility of it but still clash, There is realization later on, When nothing is won.
The life still goes on, No stoppage in between, It is seen with hands together, No one looks around and bother.
The whole life is freely spent, even our back is already bent, We barely walk with some support, No way to find our own good port.
The ship is bound to run aground, The sea worthiness is not found, It has long sea routes to follow, The circumstances may not allow
You may still go on with journey, You may be starved of money, There may be scarce means for livelihood, No help may be coming from neighbourhood.
You look so helpless, Life has become rudderless, It may not have any guiding force, You have to spend the rest of life with remorse.
You have already unmanageable old age, You feel helpless and confined to cage, You may be burning within out of rage, You may miss the letters to write on page.
Still it is not mire or mirage, You got to make or create the mileage, To enjoy the old age is privilege, And with a promise to keep all later years you got to hold on and manage.