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IF I WAS 100 YEARS OLD
by Jaishree H. Garg, India
If I was 100 years old,
I would not like to be told,
Of responsibilities that I should hold
Or the moments that I should fold.
With stick I would walk
And with pride would talk,
Hardwork were those days meant,
The days which my youth spent.
I would enter the new phase of life,
And would play a second inning.
I would not give room for sorrow,
And would still think of a happy tomorrow.
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