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Salubrious salutations, new age 
gradually old made voyage,
Living was perfunctory and now it’s stale,
Can the memory sway? 

You yelled but no one heard,
Maybe tide was chatty with time
and now you are here, no quarter to hide;
Speed of time is high then it flies.

Many have come and gone but, all is saved to the core,
Not by alacrity that one lives, but by the almighty;
In the earliest times, the past began,
lessons taught through the odds.

Yesteryears were better, but not for the years after;
Hay have made its way today; can the sun shine then?  
Old was new so is new; what is anew? 
You kept your call, known was it, 
step by step, the old fumbled in whole pit.

There is “do” so is “redo,” make your staying perpetuate gusto;
Everything has two sides: old and new, far and near, cry and laugh,
good and bad, greeting and farewell;
That which is good is sweet, and that which is sour is bad.

If moments leave scars, 
will your past glitter?
As you stay, do ring the grotesque bell;
Your days shall be well.

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