About the Poem
There were so many good things I could have done in my life, but I could not do. Today I find my life wasted. But still all have not gone. There is plenty of life still to be lived for the things I wanted to do.
Middle Age |
| by Sharad |
| Years are tears, Falling from my eyes, Reminding me of the road, That I left behind. A precious life, An era to live, A non-event, Nothing to describe. Far at a distance, A light is seen, Can I touch it, Stir in my mind. |
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1 Visitor Comments
Rohit
i found this poem while searching for my brother's name on the net. i feel he had written this poem when he was pretty depressed. he generally lets out his emotions by writing poem's instead of talking it out. i was really glad to see the laswt line which is pretty optimistic in comparison to the rest of the poem i do hope he feels more along those lines.
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