without much ado

by shalinijena

Someday all of it will be history
a lore heard or unheard
Someday it will all be a moment when your eyes close
someday it will become a smile
or a tear..

When the hair turns grey
and body all rotten
I’ll think of the times lived and danced.
Rest, forgotten.

Its a relief
to know that life was loved
to the fullest
arms wide open
with a smile
and a tear
Without much ado
without much ado..

 

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