Pursuit of Deeds
I am old and frail,
and spend my time now with holy grail,
I have done a lot of deeds,
in my life indeed,
some I do remember,
and other are a forgotten lot,
I have no sore in my body,
but my heart and psyche is full of sores,
several unjust and fair acts,
gnaw me hollow inside,
in some I was made a party,
others I took up when I was fully hearty,
those which are owned by me pain most,
those up in magnitude,
hurt me like permanent hosts,
I lick them every now and then,
Ask the grail to let them not remain,
but each day that I get up,
they also get up with me along,
I do not know if they would leave me,
after I am dead,
for deeds last more than a life time,
and pursue you in life ahead.
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