The Shoulders.
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A hanging peg I was for you,
To strap hang your stifling school bag;
You did not bother to hurt me,
Standing on a bus,during your
daily commuting.
Later,I allowed you the pleasure of
Lifting your kids whenever you wanted.
I liberally helped you in porting
Your weekly procurement without
a wage.
Now, down with age, you cry ,
Forgetting the fact that it is I who am aching.
You know pretty well, that when you fall dead,
You will have some one else’s to hang on,
Helping you as usual,even on
your last journey.
P.Chandrasekaran.
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