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Dec 2017
In my youth I used to fret about a lot
And thought myself wisest of all,
Now an old frail traveller on this golden path
No more wit and youth all left in the fall,
I see myself like aΒ Β drop of water,
Eager to join the ocean after all.

(Khan, BA (c) 18-12-2017
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Khan BA  62/M
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