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Poems about the old and ageing--their thoughts, hopes, pains and prayers. |
| WAITING FOR DEATH [Tracing the days that are gone.] Gone are the days, long ago, When in the morning sun, A small child and his pup did, After butterflies, run. Gone are the days when in school, While sitting in the class, The young boy wondered why girls Glanced at the looking glass. Gone are the college days when The young man rued his fate, That so far he had not had Any successful date. Gone are the days when, in job, He was forever teased. Though he worked hard as he could, The boss was never pleased. Gone are now even those days When, after he retired, He spent his time leisurely And did not feel too tired. Now the days are so long that They never seem to end. For his broken spirit now, Death would be a godsend. ·Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format. M C Gupta 26 February 2006 |
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