Old age, how will You treat me When we meet. With grey in my hair And more, with each Passing day susceptible To health weaknesses Lightly camouflaged By humour, while Making my way cautiously Through ignominies heaped. Reminiscences sad echo Awaken Mourning, with hindsight Lost youths garden passed When, love guided me To your door. […]
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