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Gradually.


Gradually it grows

not so fast in a way

not so high and tall

stages be its call.

 

Gradually it flows

not in a rush in a way

not so strong and  high

stages in tries.

 

Gradually it learns

not in a quick  way

not so brilliant in part

stages in  a sort.

 

Slow and steady wins the race

goes the maxim in a trace

the process being regular in all

the registration be better in call.

 

 

 

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Age Evolution Experience feelings friendship

Stages Of Friendship


I had a score of friends when I was small.
We played the whole day without a fall.
We played hide and seek in the hall.
We hid behind the big wall
Then came out in a crawl.

I had ten friends when I was an adolescent.
The memory of those days is still nascent.
We shared our feelings ebullient.
We enriched ourselves with references brilliant.
The aroma of that kinshiphide and seek is effervescent.

As I age my friendship narrows down.
My circle is almost five down.
Mostly I languish alone.
Now I propose a softened tone.
The days of noise are no more known.