"My Last Pause ...

Who understood the fault

Until lives cried in halt

Where,

Forlorn moments climbed in silent toe

Nostalgia arranged itself in row

Eventhough,

her warmth summons me

But, my ego neglects her identity

I repent,

still, my mind is sugared by evil

I ask,

Was this knot so feeble?

At eighty, still I think of her

The stop that took her so far

The contrite that eats me today

could have faded and

brought a stroke of may

Now, both tears and smiles dry

Competence of age summons to try