All People's Story

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  • Sadness

    All People's Story

     

     

    When I look back to the past
    I wonder how it passed so fast

    So many things went their way
    Leaving untimely in the mid of day

    Hard to remember, the early splendour
    Of love and youth and childhood adventure

    I never believed till I heard
    " Look at 'em , his white beard "

    Hence  I realized , it's already late
    grieve non , it's all people's fate

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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