Sauntering through these pacific thorroughfares..
Thinking quietly..abt the number of grey hairs..
These heavily..veined and wasted arms..reflecting all of my age..
Telling myself...I donot need a stage..
Holding back the tears..that cut through me fine...
I surely have lost count of time....
Walking through these meadows of solitude.
Wearing an 'I dont care attitude'..
Listening to the birds singing on the pine..
Trying to pick up an unfamiliar line..
Letting God decide what to do with his gifts..
As I wander alone through..this mist...
I will complete , oneday, this journey of mine..
So what if I have lost count of time?..
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