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Ode to death

29 Dec 2010 Author Kezwaa

In your eyes, I wither old,

Bade farewell to old, germinate to new

Yesterday never comes, today can't hold

Every man desire to live long

But no man wishes to be old

Once ye are old, thou age cannot be sold

Softness of wrinkle feels the age

There left a little flapping page

Where we shall sow some poem

Once they would read my epigrams

Through eyes do blur and ear go deaf?

Body weak, heart so young

Nodded besides the fireside heaven

Shelter nooks and corner

Those trembling hands hobble to beg

And as it reaches each delicious ending

Every one shall shed tear thy grave

Let me pen a line of glorious tone

Written a plaintive song

Tis not content so soon to be alone

Journey of death cannot be wrong

A poem by, KEZANG DAWA (Driver)    

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