SONNET 569
By JH Sayyar
Actually: men: a mixture of three!Things, old age, loneliness, sweet;
And bitter memories, youth worry
Staying forever in our mind peat:
Unlucky are those whose youth:
Ah! Full of all bitter recollections
No love but just worries and ruth
No good but all negative actions
Old age wealth sweet remembrance
If no, loneliness gloom surely bites
Wealth and both; look nuisance!
Men want just passing time; mites
Youth love, the best chum in decline
When none, in lone your concubine!
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