penang botanical garden
The pensioners walk
Sometimes driving
Into the park for breeze
The solitude being alone for free
No distractions no objections
The pensioners walk
Breathing the free spirits
Enjoying peaceful surrounding
Listening to the chirping of birds
The evening sun
Slowly dim its golden beam
The cool breeze blowing
Rustling leaves some falling away
The pensioners walk
Thinking of times gone away
Regrets no use crying
It can’t bring back the time
It has passed them by
The dreams some disappear
Others wasted on getting rich schemes
Allowing greed to corrupt the mind
Eventually lost saving and the warm nest
The pensioners walk
Breathing in the fresh cool air
Amongst the crowd of young and old
The sea of faces living it through
Don’t let events take you away
Don’t wait for it to happen
Plan your warm nest as aging goes by
Else it is a crying shame
Letting the time goes
Without setting targets to live in
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