what would it be like
when i am gone,
how will be days and night
when i am gone,
who will you hug so tight
when i am gone.


the streets we crossed together,
the sun,the wind,the weather,
the touch as feather,
will you remember them all
when i am gone.


will you laugh or cry,
when i am gone,
will you still like the sun in the sky,
when i am gone,
will you not ask....why?
When I am gone.......

problems,my friend...
are scattered around,
search for one..
a dozen are found!
daily a new emerges to attend,
unless you, your thinking amend!

learn to live,with few unsolved,
die will with time,if 'will' resolved!
born in one admits these to survive,
none can form this saying revive!

do not create or more invent,
breathe thee cannot in messy content!
struggle with one, next await,
trivial few, treat as waste!
do not for ad ed  condition crave,
conquer or strive in it Oh! Brave!

you,
for me is like hue,
of all the world,
i know so few.

you,
for me is like dew,
frozen in the winter,
always as new.

you,
as a ship in the blue,
sailing through,
as the sailors pursue

you,
for which i argue,
even to death,
if he conjure.

you,
i knew so few,
still for me its you,
i always knew.

always you.