I’ve lived
for one hundred years
Rather two,
three or four
I’ve lost
count, lost all hope
And now I
can’t go on anymore
I’ve traversed
a hundred countries
Searching
for our home on the tranquil shore
I’ve hit the
end of the world, I’m feeling at sea
As I can’t
go on anymore
I’ve spoken
to a hundred people
My ears hunting
for words we spoke before
haunting
silence is all I get
No I can’t
go on anymore
I have touched
a hundred things
Retouched,
to feel your warmth once more
I’ve burnt
my fingers, the soul has melted
How can I go
on anymore?
So I hold
still and wait for it to find me
That joy,
that peace and that splendorous glow
When we
walked hand in hand
A hundred
years ago
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They say that the great poems make you feel like they have been written for you. Take a bow!
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