Had a gazillion thoughts in my head, streaming and churning like millions of electrons behave in the electric current or photons do in a ray of light falling on a window-sill. I was just wondering what kind of a demise would I wish for when my time comes, when the angels of death start hovering over my dim-witted, scraggy encephala and in an instant of colossal clarity I discovered to my utmost self-pity that being the dullard that I am, I cannot venture very far from the oh so common emotion of partaking my closing moments with my soul-mate, and out of nowhere emerged a string of lines which I thus share with every single being who devotes some time to read this blog;
This poem is dedicated to all the lovelorn couples who've grown old together or who dream of doing so.
Into the sunset we venture holding hands,
Life has been wondrous and magical, full of beauty and fecund lands;
We had many a hassle, too much anguish did we endure,
Always found a remedy when there seemed to be no cure;
Scrimmaged indefinitely, had a million tiffs,
Never could part us any such trite miffs;
Well reared and apprized our nestlings flew away,
We watched in silence our empty nest, vanished in thin air our years of sway;
'Tis time now darling that we leave our lair, new order approaches behold,
But we shall be aeonian and timeless coz silver can never match gold!
