September 2, 2007

• OCTOGENARIA

  Eighties land,
  Where I now live,
  Has its fees in hand,
  Which I give.

  Creaky this, creaky that,
  Feebleitude as well,
  Was hard to get up from where I sat,
  It has its own brand of hell.
  

  But a bunch of non-dependent descendants,
  Put joy in remembering,
  Their babyhood resplendent,
  In my Decembering.

  I am top one of the barely spry,
  In the fraternity,
  Whose battle cry,
  is I GOT THE SENIORITY !
  

  • 11:21 pm
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