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by Ibrahim Haidar Jan 15, 2020 category : Life, society / inspirational
A poet writes from experiences Twenty-one years old, did I cross enough fences? A man by law, a man by my parents A child in my eyes, a child in the gents’ Time has passed, once able now I can’t It flies like the wind, can’t See, feel, comes and goes Meeting along the way, friends and foes To those who are my friends, I tell “Live and be happy, use your time well.” As to my foes, “the past is history.” Forgive and forget for grudge is a fire, no mystery It will consume, flesh won’t touch But your mind can’t handle it much. Take care and goodnight You princes and princesses of this long fight It is called life, take it or leave it Swing! And a miss! Don’t mope! It is called life, it’s all about hope.