The Slowcoach

In the amazing land of opportunity,
I am really frustrated.
Because this endless Marathon in the sludge.
Oh! This sluggish limbs never move faster
Like my golden younger days
And I am an old sinker now a light weight
Used to sink with the knotty fishing line in the deep Ocean.
I still remember my poor Mom's an old saying; ' When an old person dies, a library is lost.'

* If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous.
He will not bite you.This is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
-Mark Twain

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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