Holding up their walking sticks, the old figures smiled upon the new taken path.
Walking slowly, hand in hand, they padded towards their newly found destination.

Responsibility, family, children and life- everything had stopped them, then.
Walking slowly, with light steps, they took a moment to look back for a while.

Then,
The house was full, expectations were high.
Now,
The house is empty, responsibilities were absent, youth was no longer visible.
Reaching up to the busy station, they stopped for a while; fear and nervousness was pictured on their old wrinkled face.

With a firm on each other, they lifted their bony legs.
Matching their slow steps, with the fast world, they took the most awaited journey.

A journey of happiness, a journey of the promise of their young days.
A journey of their long lost dreams.
Finally, taking a deep courageous breath, they let the crowd lead them, for the last time.

Whisking away, with the train- making the noise of life, sprinting swiftly towards their new life and old dreams.

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