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The Good Old Days.


it is been long ago

at a time when I was little

when people did not talk about ego

strong they were not brittle

Self-contained they were

ambitious to  a degree normal

took very great care

remained friendly and formal

could find no vanity

not even a slight trace

held them in a way dainty

gossiped they with no chase

spoke not ill of others

genial and  cordial to all

moved like own brothers

responded to each other’s call

they were angels in human form

always gentle and calm good old days

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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