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"Encore"

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Category:- Hope Poem

Disclaimer:- Do not relate this with the life of the writer it is just an imagination



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Encore!

Published:-September 2021



Those things that meant the most to me

Are no longer in my life.

And those people most important

Have vanished now from sight.


Future hopes and longing dreams

Simply don't exist.

And that person who I used to be

Is someone I sadly miss.


Memories of my former life

Leave my heart in pain

And remind me of reality

And that everything must change.


This world can be so fickle.

One day you fade from all their minds.

You're not needed or acknowledged;

They just leave you far behind.


I've struggled through some desperate times,

Through raging storms and seas.

My life has been an uphill climb.

I didn't make it here with ease.


Old age has been a state I've earned.

It's a feat that I've survived.

I made mistakes but learned from them,

And I say that now with pride.


So where are my gold medals?

My name up there in lights?

I was not the smartest or the prettiest,

But I fought a darn good fight!


Where is all the grand applause

And shouts of "Way to go!"?

Where are all the kudos

That I feel that I am owed?


Then I will sing my praises,

Give myself a big high five!

You fought the fight quite valiantly,

And you're still well and quite alive.


You are someone with a heart of gold

And a soul that's kept it's light.

You have loved and lost and sacrificed.

You weren't perfect, but you tried.


And I proclaim to all aged folks

Who have lived beyond fourscore,

You are truly Golden Heroes,

And may you survive a hundred more!

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