November 25, 2009

Old Age

I think of those eventful years
When I was at my Prime
Life looked so beautiful in all its Glory
With all the Tact and skill
I wrote the pages of my Story
Never did I stop to think all this could end
I was in a dream that took me places
Never remembered all the phases
That came and went in my Journey
When I woke up and stared in the mirror
Found an old man looking like a smear
Aha, this is the phase when you have all the time
To ponder upon your deeds and triumphs
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