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Walking and jogging around,
Trudged we both together,
You made me feel proud
Though I was much behind
Whimpering at loss of speed,
And strength of my feet
That had trudged me
And made me beat
You as a child!
But I was elated
To see you run
and run much ahead
of your mother
who had made you learn
take faltering steps
holding you close
when you made some lapse
you needed me for support
love and care and a pat
on your back;
a kiss on your cheeks;
a peck behind your ear.
Today, I need you
to make me see
the world that surrounds
that my weak limbs
might impinge
from having a round.
Would I stop you?
Or ask you to decrease
your speed of life,
give a helping hand
to me in my strife
in keeping keep pace
with you and others.
In this unending race
where youth marches m
much ahead to win.
No. my dear, no.
I had my own time and joys
My own race against time,
when I was young and tough,
I lived my life.
Hoping to see you
trudge along
the paths set by destiny;
and leave me much behind.
As my loss is my greatest gain
To see you march ahead.
A much awaited joy
With not an iota of pain!
