Inadequacy of farewells

If I were to say farewell

to the seconds , minutes , hours, days and years

that slip through the fingers of my hand

I would make it a ritual.

If I were to bind me to memories

of the seconds, minutes, hours, days and years

that march ahead relentlessly,

I would need quite some RAM in my head

If I were to make my life worthwhile

all I need is a pat, a smile and a cheer!


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