Like a benign king, for ages past,
I sheltered all who came to me
-Children, elders, travelers, lovers;
Homes I gave to birds and squirrels,
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Every writer hopes
That his words will outlive him
How many succeed?
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Ask me not, my beloved, for the love long past
I thought your presence filled life with radiance
If I have your grief, why struggle with the world's woes?
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In this country,
Poetry is an aged mother.
She can support you with maternal love,
But cannot put
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Once an expert of the Jewish law
To test Lord Jesus, a fine chance saw,
And said 'Laws are many, big and small,
Which is the greatest of them all? '
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The unwary heart,
Caught in a whirlpool of desires,
Loath to drown in the sea of sorrow,
Clutches desperately at straws of hope,
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Dream if you must, but only while asleep!
When you awake from your disturbed slumber
You'll realize that what you thought you saw
Was only a figment of your imagination,
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Diverse are the pathways
In the journey of life,
At times rough and tortuous
With slippery roads
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Many a secret it hides, life's like that
In nobody it confides, life's like that
Often it makes mortals cry, sometimes laugh,
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Each heart holds a book of memories,
Whose pages are filled haphazardly
By a whimsical writer
Whose name is Time.
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