Having lived all these years
with experiences both costly and dear
passed on the days with mirth and cheer
dotted with mock and jeer
spotted with sadness and strain
the heart bearing the pain.
Am not alone in this world
but so many others live in this world
with stock and pile of feelings
both good and bad dealings
come in successive retinue
standing in a long queue.
The consolation of not being alone
wis enough to induce a quick tone
of equanimity and juxtaposition
leading to a lively resolution.
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