Oh, I am so old now, death is so near
And within grows the only fear
Fear of parting from your slender arms
Those held each time to pacify my qualms
And at times when I rejoiced,
Just being held made me poised
I lived being held by you, all my life
And you lived to behold me as my wife
I wish thus, not to pass on but want to live on
But life isn't so nice, its far very cruel
Coz, when reminiscing you hug
I just realized what I didn't realize then
The deep breath you took
While passing away into tranquility
And I am not happy here, alone
I long again to be held in your arms
It's true this. We miss the people more when they are gone, even if we did appreciate them when they weren't. Good poem.
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