GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 325

Childhood never calls me anymore, For it has flown swiftly to remind that Now I have turned into an aged one, Whose hairs get grey, Glance gets obscure, Whose skin loses its glow. Childhood never calls me anymore For it's the time to receive the last call To get united with the supreme soul, Now childhood and its memories seem very painful As time has brought me to the last stoppage for the eternal journey. 325