The latter part of life
He knows where the journey ends
And he always put his love
For his family first,
The old Man at the passage
Mutters something
And I guessed;
'I am not worried of myself
But the faithful companion
My walking stick,
Once I stopped breathing
Don't know whether they look after that well
Or throw away like a drumstick? '
* A smile happens in a flash, but the memory of it can last a lifetime.
-Unknown
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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