We all have so many diamonds that we own.

But we think of them as glass or bits of stone.

We often sell them as worthless piece of junk,

But yet, always we think of them as unknown.

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The diamonds are the youth, your health, and no pain.

Making love with your love, not much to complain. 

A thousand laughs, a thousand ways to enjoy,

Getting old is the pain; no need to explain.

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My days have darkened, since my love, she is gone.

The nightingales are calling me to hold on.

 The light is leaving me, keeping me in dark.

How much darkness there is, I’ll die before dawn.

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What if life is a bowl in there, full of pain?

The pain is there to drive you and me insane.

Remember once we were young, bursting with life.

My face is wet; is it from tears or from rain?

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There are only a few days that you are young.

 On those days, you believe that life is unsung.

To be young is a dream no youth wouldn’t know.

No one is here to hear me what have I sung.

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If you are golden and like gold full of lust,

Or maybe, like the kings, you live, and you must,

You may have all the things, all big and all small,

At the end of the road, you will become dust.

8/2019  Haloo

Rubaiyat