There were four in number,
All younger, one by two tens,
Who all had been with me in
some span
And who had given to my scan
Their mind and lust in open.
Time parted us; lust kept us
tight,
They have never failed in
warmth
Though been made known of my
whims.
Now they have all scattered
But never failed to attend my
funeral
Of superannuation by their
presence
Or by their telephone
condolence.
The soul left with immense peace
02.01.2003
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