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10/05/2016
ENDS OF A TABLE
ON YOUTH AND AGE

It's  true. We sit at opposite ends 
of the table of Life. 
You nibble hors d'oeuvre, 
while I sip coffee, with an After Eight. 
We share a plate of friendship, 
But order from separate bills of fare.
When it's time to go, 
you'll settle your bill, I mine. 
We'll exit by the same door, 
I earlier, you in your own time.  

8.5.16
5.40 pm.

 

 
10 May 2016
 
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