Poems
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14-02-26
Growing old is not a storm
Melvin D'lima
Shoulders slump
Gait strong but tricky
The mind must trump
Time has flown here
Not in other places
I am there, no fear
Man of many faces
Birth, maturity, decline
Death the end game
Life's truth to incline
Ignore fortune and fame
Infinite space and time
Matter changes form
Across universes in rhyme
Growing old is not a storm