Mend Thyself
Mend thyself
When skin creases and silver colours the plait,
Nest empties, then starts that endless wait;
Better be your own best friend,
Part with that dull trend;
Stay happy,
Mend;
Dress snappy,
Defy ageing, blend;
Youthful times don't ever end,
Let sweet melodies reverberate;
When skin creases and silver colours the plait.
Written Nov 1, 2018
For "Andaree" contest
Sponsor- Emile Pinet
Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2018
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