SONNET 282
By JH Sayyar
When I recall all past happy days,
Heart weeps, my eyes full of tears,
Seeing the present, woes: the ways
Of my thinking, my being’s fears
Of soul death, soul is encircled by
The matter, affecting my brain!
Greed virus here: not in the sky,
All day we die: mentally in strain,
Men forget character fall in beauty,
It is in memory lock, but in old age,
We unlock it considering it duty,
Otherwise it remains in secret cage
Collect in joys youth like honey bees, honey,
Make window shopping with old age money
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