Alas! Today I met the two who are my few
Good old friends
They look the same and smell the same
Their hearts are the same
But their minds have changed
I'm in a dome of the world where I hold a candle
Finding the rest of the good old gang
Yet I see that time has suckled me into
An abyss
Leaving me in a drive of pain
Finally, I meet the three and hope to be
Pals forever
Here I'm coming home but wait I have
The sunin my pockets filled with gold and with
Bold tales of my tale,
Tranquility awaits,
My queen she hates
My king makes fuss and dust
The time I rust in a chamber of solace
I have met my match and here he's ready.
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Modern Poetry
PoetryThis book is a compilation of poems ..talking about various topics : Work,Nature,Life,Humor.. You will be amazed by the poems penned in this book.All the credits go to my teachers who no doubt was there with me in compiling this book that took me a...
