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54. Poem

Never look back to moments gone by

Whether good or bad it's never returning

Feel elated to bid goodbye to worst of times

And keep the lovely memories of happy days

Those that made you sad, reason for unhappiness 

Or those with whom your life was fixed in tranquility 

Both are now a history which can be ventured in memory

 

Keep making new friends and living life happily

What thorns come your way to prick and pain

Pluck them off and throw them in the junk box

What roses sweet smelling showers upon you

Treasure them lovingly in your heart's treasure too

 

Older we grow the better we become

Our experiences teach us many things

The golden words of wisdom now we have

Using them as and when we need it in our life

Creating a fortress of God's goodness and mercy

Shunning out sins, satanic flings and everything That stinks

Gracefully ageing into a wonderful life ahead of silver hair

Untill we find our peaceful bed of mud to rest 

 

Hold the hands of those who make you feel happy

Age doesn't matter where souls mingle gleefully 

It's all about friendship, love, respect and care

Making new friends and keep those from days gone by

There will always be people whom you can trust beyond measure

Hoping to make a bright, successful and prosperous future

 

Negativity sprouts stinking sink

Souls that are corrupt and wicked

They give nothing to you but sadness

Such are the people who create bad memories

Always there to make you feel ugly and sad

Reminding you of pain, giving you more of these

All these characteristics shows you

That one should stay miles away from these satanic beings

 

What you speak and write says all about you

Giving others a deep knowledge of your worth

If you keep hitting people below their belt

Remember to get back worse from God in return

If you can't speak good and positive

You better stay quiet or rot in hell fire

For that's what you deserve, and that's where you belong

 

There're angels around us in clothes of humble folks 

You can recognize them by their ways and words They spoke

Wise and saintly They are in their natural self

Their company is friendly and almost bliss

They may not give you dollars or pounds

But you receive priceless friendship from being around

 

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