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SENILE
Days of strength,
Great joy didn't let us catch a breath.
Maturity was never in the picture.
Happiness was there to welcome us
At the break of each day.
Purest of hearts, Finest of friends.
Pain never came close.
Or maybe life was yet to reveal itself.
Here I am
Enjoying the serenity of the garden.
Gently tossed to and fro by my rock chair.
The days of old plays in mind,
I can only sit back and enjoy
As this blissful memory delivers an enchanting smile on my wrinkled face.
© oketokun abayomi
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