Happy those days of youth,
Thirty years ago, as District officer,
In those far-off, nice places –
But was I aware of that blessing?
Worries and disappointments
Would have been there, then too:
Perhaps in comparison it is
I think of them now as happy?
As times passes, one incorporates
The inevitable aches and failures,
Senses weaken, limbs wither:
Looking back makes past happy.
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