Times are positive, so am I
Lose the prim exterior, why?
When life beckons yet bids adieu
What stays behind is me and you
I lose a garment, gain a new
Now I own a looser toga too
Entertain several, preach to few
Clown and friend are purposes two
The party has ended, I've loved it all
The kids are gone, feeling small
The elders gather round, stand tall
Hush-a Bush-a, we'll meet next fall!
1 comment:
dude, stopped blogging kya? i thought i would read some senti stuff about leaving ISB ... nothing at all.. chalo blog something soon..
Deepak Deshpande
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