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A running thought going down memory lane. |
| As I walk down this lane, I remember of the things I used to do. Of the things that make me smile, And of the bad times too. As the wind blows past my ear, I think of the fun that was then. That of the places I have been to, And learnt a few things now and then. My shades filter the autumn sun, Under which I had played in the lake of joy. And the smile that rest on my lips, The thought of the people I used to tease. This lane has no beginning, Nor will it end soon though. A new thing I will learn always, From this lane, as I go through. Life is a journey, they say, Experience life on the lane. To remember the great events, Till my body wears thin. |