Young at 90

A young boy in his 90's Saw 3 generations in his time Fought the world for his endeavours, he was 27, he was haughty At 52, his leg was injured in an accident, his gift - limping Spent the days by looking at the window, reading newspapers, bearing the age-old trauma, not a man with a child-heart, he was dissatisfied, he was angry Trees were cut, power shifted, WAR changed places, Aravali disappeared Now he is 67, dependent, still finding his own philosophy At 70 he woke up, a miracle had taken shape, now he was aware, he was happy Being old, found himself young again, and remained young till his death at 90