Waiting for the Call

For all these years, I wonder, I didn't think of it. Why am I vigilant now, at the age of ninty? Eighty eight years ago I started my walk. My mom was there to care me in my steps. Two years later, there came another woman too whom I called 'teacher' and she cared me for twenty years. Then he cared me, the man whom I worked for. He paid me heavily whenever I sold my brain. Then came she, the part of my life. Cared me for thirty long years and then left me alone. There were those loving ones, my children to take care of me. Another thirty years was left for them to love me. Now that time too has passed. With nobody to take care of, I lie passive in this bed and awaits for that last call.