Old trees were reminding

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Old trees were reminding

How the streets were winding

The crowd of admirers

Address  of all those

Who expect  rejoinders

Have to be forgotten,

I was disillusioned

I thought, I had reached

The end of my journey

But actually I had tested the tether

There will be another day

There will be another walk

Some time I will walk faster

And some time u will remind me

That life is not

the game of outpacing each other

 

will I cherish these moments just

as memories of smiles

light brown flowers on pale gown

 

no, I will try to persuade you

to look at the life

as a journey

to help uncover the sparks

among the  less privileged

and the less confident

but deserving of our love

and a desire to inflict

on them, a pain

of purposefulness

and persistence

when nothing seems to suggest

why will these values really deliver

eyes will close,

voice will quiver

hands will be cold

but the soul will be warm

at that moment,

I will welcome the death

In your arm

 

 

 

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