Well, its that time of the year again
When all I've carried with me I'd carry them still
So even so seething this civil imbalance
But not too much for a penny or two
So maybe I am mad to be in this ovation
But neither are they when the sun rises again
So lost and forlorn but never too gay
To be so much as a foot in their graves?
Too late to date of what lay up here
Then all that is left that slay appeared
But never so merry as a gruff in a puff
So maybe it's true that I'm forsooth so mad?
Then lay me on stars or green much afar
For never shall I be walking your shoes
A mile a while or maybe in denial
So away we now to heavens asunder!
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2011
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