I wondered at the magnificence of the pier in eighteenth century made,
And thought why its beauty with passage of time does not seem to fade.
The pier stood proudly with iron legs embedded in waters oh so blue,
And the docks below came alive, spoke to me and offered some clue.
“Glorious ships, men and action I have seen” to me the old pier spoke,
Heroes and beautiful ladies as well as dastards who went plain broke.
My heart holds enchanting tales of success and defeat, sorrow and joy,
Many untold stories of romance and grandeur, of the great days gone by.
The grand and splendid memories of yore make me evergreen and gay,
The reminiscences of yesteryear act like magic, keeping old age at bay.
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Went through your poems, which reminded me the Famous Robert Frost the road not taken( Iam not sure the about the exact title) but very inspirational I feel that some where you have meandered and reached the other road in your life also( the thirst of poetry),good.In continuation with your earlier posting where in you have mentioned short stories from childrens books, I remember very good stories like green door, the last leaf, etc which i studied in my nondetailed in 9th class(author i dont remember), Try to loacte them and post it in your blog if possible.
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The road which Robert Frost did not take eventually ended up winning accolades and fame for him! In my case, I am still trying to decipher which one was better
I still remember The Last Leaf by O Henry (probably we studied through the same board). The story about the artist struggling to paint his masterpiece was very poignant with an unexpected twist in the end.
You and I represent a generation in which gay actually meant happy!! I always thought that was a nice word to use but dare not admit to openly!!does that mean we are getting old or are merely disconnected?!
The last time I looked in the mirror there were fewer hair and more of them had greyed! Obviously we are growing old. Nevertheless, point taken – will attempt to work around the gay word