I am not many persons
Who walked down the memory lane
But, one I am, the same person
Trudge along the various paths.
Different shirts I wear along the way
In time I change many to fit causation
I am the same person not many
Who passed through phases destined
Child-youth-middle age and soon old age.
Whither do I stand in time?
I smile alone, amused at this play
Rendered subtly by Mother Nature,
I stand rooted within
Yet, moving in time.
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