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Born in desperate years of yore, Treading down the life’s parabolic shore, Age began to show the oldie older, Squeezing steadily his figure n’ vigor Whirling memories whispering Trampling tempers whimpering Limping movements hampering Deteriorating organs’ pampering Neither conjugal aid Nor congenial maid Either congenital raid Or conjunctional braid Torment of the dragging years Accent of the nagging fears Advent of the painful tears Fervent of last love of dears Ordained ordeal of orderly life, Worsened sneaking wrinkles, Creeks and cracks etching deeper, Life after all, is a withering leaf. Passing through the moments Of the daunting dauntless days The ultimate minute is not too far To call it a day any day by far And bounce back to the code of abode
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
Oldie
Born in desperate years of yore, Treading down the life’s parabolic shore, Age began to show the oldie older, Squeezing steadily his figure n’ vigor Whirling memories whispering Trampling tempers whimpering Limping movements hampering Deteriorating organs’ pampering Neither conjugal aid Nor congenial maid Either congenital raid Or conjunctional braid Torment of the dragging years Accent of the nagging fears Advent of the painful tears Fervent of last love of dears Ordained ordeal of orderly life, Worsened sneaking wrinkles, Creeks and cracks etching deeper, Life after all, is a withering leaf. Passing through the moments Of the daunting dauntless days The ultimate minute is not too far To call it a day any day by far And bounce back to the code of abode
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
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