(A poem that I wrote on October 22, 2019)
May be you’ve been living somewhere close by;
May be I won’t see you until I die;
May be you live abroad, across the sea,
And may be you forgot all about me!
May be, after years, I’ll see you one day;
May be I’ll meet you when my hair turns grey;
As we shake hands you’ll see my wrinkled skin,
And you may say something that’ll make me grin.
May be that day you’d like to talk to me,
And share the nostalgic feelings with glee;
May be we’ll have a lot to laugh and talk;
And may be we’ll go for a chatty walk!
May be this all will remain a pipe dream,
No matter how awesome this all may seem!
But, so what? I hope you’re happy and fine!
If you’re happy, the pleasure is all mine!