What do you say - when old comes to stay?
Do you ask, what bairn is there left to see?
Is there wonder and fantasy of a child’s play;
A spinning top; a box of precious rocks; a feather’s pray?
What do you say - when time claims its toll?
And the youngster has crossed into the woods
With a flying imagination and a knapsack full of goods
That will keep the old man warm from the cold;
For mirrors never lie but pains do - it is told.
What do you say - when the train has long left the station?
Leaving only the luggage of gain and regret
To ponder, over a tea, how life turned like a roulette
And how the dancing ball never found fortune’s salvation.
And now, nothing is left but the train ticket’s destination.
What do you say - when it’s time to pray?
For friends and lovers who wait at the nook
Where memory belies the eye’s distant look;
Longing for one more distraction to play
Yet, the warm tea will become cold - at end of day.
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