On the seat by me
A young girl
Saw I,
Saw she me
And we seemed to be closer
Feeling like the last ride together,
She wanting to ask,
I wanting to ask,
But asked we it not,
Old age rebuked me
For being intimate,
The wrinkles warned against,
The lessons learnt from experience
Taught it otherwise
And I got down
With a heavy heart not,
But with calm resignation
Clearing my infatuation for.
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