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A lot is left



A concept to learn
A knowledge to share
A blessing to receive
A lot is left to be at ease (with yourself).
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Two expectations to live up to.
Two faces to make proud, to bring a smile upon
To soar high and limit the limitless
A lot is left to repay...
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To fight a petty issue
To envy a cunning fellow
To shed a drop of sweat and tear
A lot is left to struggle.
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To touch the highest echelons
To bathe in showering notes
To travel across the globe
A lot is left to waste ourselves.
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To drown in the depth of two eyes
To feel the touch of a hand
To hear the sound of a chiming voice
A lot is left to love.
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To see the dawning sun
To walk barefoot over dew meadows
To quantify the stars
A lot if left to soothe ourselves.
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A new life to give
A child to feed
A fur to caress
A lot is let to witness.
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To sit and laugh aloud,
and slowly sip the coffee
And remember the good old vows, fights, scolds
To raise the toast at brunch table
A lot is left to cherish.
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To go through what they felt
To retrace their footsteps
To know how wrong we did
A lot is left to understand, realise and regret.
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An apology to accept
A dinner out with, the son, on whom you spent
A grandparent yet to become
A lot is left to forgive and experience.
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A wrecking body to aboard
To live with a soul-mate who has gone
A holy book to re-read
An infancy left to live!
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A journey just begun
A voyage left to live up
Why cut it short yet?
A loft is left to answer UP.

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