Old Cries Poem by dr. ram sharma

Old Cries



OLD CRIES
Our lives have become like autumn,
We have no zeal and happiness,
We have been discarded like garbage,
None has time for us,
We have become insignificant,
Who were once the master,
Don`t consider us weight on yourself,
Don`t forget that you have also
To grow old

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