He was back home as was every evening
From a routine wellness walk to the hill,
Temple visit and meeting and greeting
Old friends, stood brooding by the window sill,
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My apologies to poet, The Muse, for not acknowledging your beautiful comments nearly two years old. Thank you very much, belated though.
Food and wine, Moon's silvery boon! ! ! Growing up, Old age, Sage and page. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks for visiting this old poem of 2008 dear EKL