I look back at my life.
I see the old man,
looking back at me.
The youth of courage,
vigour and tenacity.
Gone with the hair,
muscles and life.
A shadow of my my former self.
An old man with no health.
Never let your love for life,
slowly fade away.
Never let your dreams float away.
Or you'll regret the day.
You had counted regrets.
I Siddiqi 28.02.2010.
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