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Decade of decades thru’ Crawled, walked and ran amuck Flied, cruised, dived n’ delved Stumbled, fumbled and tumbled Blithe, he, the centenarian! Transited and trespassed All seasonal fare and furor Of quirks, quacks and quakes, Of chaos, canards and concords Of fun, frolic and foolish Neither did his debilitating diabetes got him scared Nor hyperbolic hypertension placed him scourged Death dared not break his breath; he is fit to the core But the day is not too far for him to rest his oar Fantastic phantasmagorias reeling Through the clumsy chip of his mind Century past was his prolonged sanctuary, Reminisced he in awe, what he saw; From rude n’ rustic paths to roadways, From wading to waterways and skyways Blowing cannons turning into zooming rockets Swords and knifes on to guns n’ pistols Heels of horses over to powered wheels Wars broke into battles and battles unto wars, of course, Anarchy of monarchy tamed and tuned to democracy Candled kingdoms switched over to electrified nations Electronic wizards brought life easy, cozy, busy and rosy All was well that went but not so well as it wanted The glitter of stars vanished in horizon In the gutter of urban agglomeration Greenhouse gases displaced the granary of greenery None bothered of the smothered mother earth Human values sunk in exchange of currency Poor like him left their prayers unanswered since “Does it carry any sense for me to hit century” he surmised
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
Centenarian
Decade of decades thru’ Crawled, walked and ran amuck Flied, cruised, dived n’ delved Stumbled, fumbled and tumbled Blithe, he, the centenarian! Transited and trespassed All seasonal fare and furor Of quirks, quacks and quakes, Of chaos, canards and concords Of fun, frolic and foolish Neither did his debilitating diabetes got him scared Nor hyperbolic hypertension placed him scourged Death dared not break his breath; he is fit to the core But the day is not too far for him to rest his oar Fantastic phantasmagorias reeling Through the clumsy chip of his mind Century past was his prolonged sanctuary, Reminisced he in awe, what he saw; From rude n’ rustic paths to roadways, From wading to waterways and skyways Blowing cannons turning into zooming rockets Swords and knifes on to guns n’ pistols Heels of horses over to powered wheels Wars broke into battles and battles unto wars, of course, Anarchy of monarchy tamed and tuned to democracy Candled kingdoms switched over to electrified nations Electronic wizards brought life easy, cozy, busy and rosy All was well that went but not so well as it wanted The glitter of stars vanished in horizon In the gutter of urban agglomeration Greenhouse gases displaced the granary of greenery None bothered of the smothered mother earth Human values sunk in exchange of currency Poor like him left their prayers unanswered since “Does it carry any sense for me to hit century” he surmised
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:45 AM UTC
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