>≫Farlies

I found myself dropped in nineteen seventy one Since then I am counting, now it is forty three If the span of life is on an average of seventy Then surely I have crossed half Long before I understand what it is all about. The things which last longer than life's span I found them late and took them up much later No wonder, as I know life is not all beer and skittles It has rubs so it is so sweet. But before the sun goes to set in the west and twilight begins What are the farlies still waiting for me to be seen?