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At the age of twenty three, To my great delight I discovered That I was on a gleeful spree To love and be loved. At the age of twenty three She came in my life, With promises to be a good wife, With lots and lots of love to share Forgiving my failings, without a stare. She was a great story teller, While I was a good listener. Though I was all ears to listen I would respond quite often, To whatever she would say, With just a simple yea or nay. She didn't like a brooding listener, So she quickly changed her partner, Who would jump and dive with her And always keep her in good humor. Today, I have many stories to tell, Stories resembling both heaven and hell. Alas! Now I have no avid listener, But a few good friends at Poemhunter. I know, here I have some distant ears, Eager to listen to what appears To be a poem that tells stories, Both of love and soulful miseries. Everybody has some untold story That wasn't shared with all and sundry, A poets' forum is the best possible place To provide such stories a little space. Dhaka 26 December 2014 Copyright Reserved.