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The Old Man And His Garden
The old man and his
garden
I saw this old man time
and time again,
I was a little child then;
He wakes up early in the
morn,
Despite there is a rain
storm;
No idea of having his tea,
Whilst i saw him with
bended knee;
Picking up all the fallen
leaves by his hand,
There is not even a
single weed in his land;
Altogether but lovely
flowers with different
hues,
Rose,dahlia,marigold to
mention few;
He walks to and fro
around his garden,
Signalling that
trespassers are
forbidden;
When i smiled at him,he
frowns,
Like an angry king
without a crown;
Years and years passed
by,
I still saw the old man
working like a busy bee;
Grown old and full of
wrinkles,
But his eyes still
twinkles;
He takes good care of his
garden,
Like a responsible
warden;
Yet again,i tried to smile
at him,he frowns,
Like an angry king
without a crown.
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