An old bird in a nest

It was too aged and sick
Lying in a dead end of the nest
None cared for its prey and its needs
It was deserted by its own blood
They are in the hands of youth
Who cared only to feed their own youngs

They feel that the old is of no use
Its death would cause no great loss
Such selfish thought deserted the old friend
Once so dear now a mere burden
It decided
To put an end to its miseries
And committed suicide,
Some feathers stood witness in the nest;
Not only few feathers and a lesson too:
The old age and death would come to all,
To me and to you.