As he sits at the beach

His mind is deep into the memory lane,

He watches the vast spread of water

A smile flashes on his face.

As he remembers the distant past

At ninety he has travelled the great part of his journey

He looks at the children jumping up and down

His blood leaps in his body:

“I used to be like that

I used to play soccer

How I used to dribble past opponents

Now the years have dribbled past me”—

He smiles again.

He gazes at the horizon far off

The mind sifts into the far years

The past was exciting

A flash of smile lights his face

Yes, the past was good.

Suddenly his face switches off

“The past has gone with my age mates “

All as gone

I am left alone

Where is my generation

This generation does not understand

They don’t understand the past

All is gone.”

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