How Long Can We Be Lucky? Two decades pass. I meet a college friend and catch up on the news I’ve missed. A child was born, I knew that but adventures wild and strange have passed in letters gone unsent, unthought, in fact. And still it’s like we’re young again. Were strangers once, but something grew and now remains despite the years that flew between. And if we weren’t so tired, the sun might rise on us. But passing years have tolled and children too; we’re aged and creaking now. Diseases grim, and close escapes she tells. Cold shivers walk my spine. She may be bold – they both survived. I fear I don’t know how I will, if he should leave me when I’m old. ***** Mohanraj, 7/9/13
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 02:49:27 +0000
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