Little Years True
My stay on here, are little years,
I've seen not much, but heard with my ears two
I know not much, but wit as wears
Folly lies to thorn scorn men and you
When i sit to think and face life's hoot
Plots and plans, i see all ruins
Yet everytime, i come out through
There i wonder, Why life seem so brute
Paving grave in wait, as i walk through
Then leaves me in pain and lonely mute
As i walk through, it shadow comes alive and walks too
What pain gains, i know not as true
Yet never stays away from a whole life through
Then i sit in my garden, and thought this all through
Life is pain and joy and pain all through
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