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Poetry:Age
Poetry:Age
Sensation 7
AGE
Age is such an honorable sorrow
That sings tunes of lovely dirge
To remind me of a world
That no living eye could see and craft
How beautiful its stay would be
Such makes my heart sweetly grieve about the world
Where my famous soul would be a sojourner
Who journeys with no eternal rest
Oh! How I wish the sky could peacefully lay down today
As a mat full of roses
There I would lie with my love
Comfort him with wine and honey
To forget about the sweetest sorrows
That tomorrow might bring
As I appreciate the best part of my youth
Whilst am still young and fine
BY JOYCELINE NATALLY CUDJOE
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