Good, she isn’t young.

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I pity for my friend
Who left her wife young
Having met an accident.
Lured by all sort of men,
She is tottering
On a slippery road.
I am fortunate
That my wife is pretty old.
I can die in peace
26.06.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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