2.11.2024
I watch the boatmen ply their way In the morning on the Bengal sea, I know I would not last the day In the heat's intensity. This youthful body could not endure, And yet I greet each perfect day With gratitude and I am sure The Presence is with me and will stay, For there are many years to come. Of life's duration what can we say He only knows the total sum Of lives I've lived, my life today.
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