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THE LUCKIEST OLD MAN

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The first man I met in the morning

Was old, sitting at the door, yawning

As I went for my morning walk

I saw his fragile figure, thin and dark

Once strong, agile, glowing human

Now wrinkled, shrinked, aged  man

Done his duties, fought his battle

Tired, withered, dry eyes, shriveled 

Faced hardships, struggled, battered heart

Slippers at side, thinking for long

“Will my children take me along?

My body is aching, as if falling apart,

vigor and strength of bones depart

I have a stone where once I had a heart

I may be alone, aloof, shaky and bit sad 

Inside this old carcass, still a young lad !!!”

 I met this luckiest old man, there he sat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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