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EMPTY CUP: a sonnet
When face is wrinkled and the eyes are dim,
When words come out slowly and in whispers;
When joy has drained out and the life is grim,
And years ahead seem too full of winters;
When joints are creaky, moving is a pain,
When days are drowsy, nights devoid of sleep;
When thoughts of future seem to be in vain,
And thoughts of past often make cry and weep;
It’s then that one realizes one’s old,
And no longer welcome among the young.
The world inside and outside is too cold
And life’s song seems to have been fully sung.
What should one do when one’s inning is up?
When there’s no wine and empty is the cup?
M C Gupta
30 December 2007
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