18 May 2013


 O’ MINE good old comrades
Ere slain by fate’s darts
Gather ye hither while ye may
“Farewell!” is all I long to say

Let’s drink to our health
And conflicts of yesterday melt
Let’s dance one last time
Ere caving into our own clime

With prayers to meet again
We part though in pain
But ye remain in memory
As I tend them in ceremony

Dedicated to my out-going colleagues!!!

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