What is your name Sir?
Why are you in the attic,
Among these dusty dilapidated objects
That no longer serve any purpose?
My name is Mr.Umberlla youngman!
I'm obsolete and no longer useful,
So I'm here!
These are my companions
Mr.Chair with wobbly feet,
And with the bowed back is Mrs.Cot,
And many other desolate lot.
Why is your skin faded Sir?
Why are your limbs blended,
And the light in your eyes is dwindled?
I'm weather beaten my boy,
The faded skin is by the sun and rain,
I propped up the dome and
Tended everyone,
So my back is tender
And limbs are blended
What are you waiting for Sir?
Why are you peering into the far?
Who are these baggageless travelers,
Where are you bound?
We are waiting for an uncertain train young man,
The earliest train that touches the Earth,
We left our legacy behind,
So we are without any baggage,
We go as we come
Having much to recon.
Goodbye my dear boy,
Go back to your domain,
you have a long way to run,
Before you come here again!
