Rare it is to think off
be it, anyone without a scoff
could be your forefathers in a row
not thought of all the days though
called now for personal gains
hoping high it would rain
benefits like a storm
overwhelming in all forms
causes could be many in the anvil
might be apparently trivial
that be one of a prospective alliance
refer also to a windfall in its radiance
direct very much to health and longevity
never for the remembrance solely
while a good turn towards fellow human
a kind word to an elderly man
a smile on the face always
a loving heart expresses with grace
a grandiloquence displayed all the more
would keep the world well ashore.
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