I stare at the evolving world pass by
I am old and everything else is new
My friends quietly in their graves lie
In my mind I have vague memories few
Of mountains and flowers and morning dew
Of times when to travel was to make friends
Of simple food and tiffin we exchanged
Of lending a ear to friends in distress
Of relationships that you always mend
All of this I miss is now very less
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A Speech Therapist by profession, an avid reader and mother to a teen and a tween, whose penchant for stories made her a writer. She loves to read and write fiction and poetry.
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