An Old Bee In Retrospect Among The Fresh Flowers?

['I had three chairs in my house; One for solitude, two for friendship and three for company.']-Henry David Thoreau Is this the same old garden? But a juvenile gardener watches there and variety of fragrant flowers! I am just an old guest with this tattered satin coat and they do not pay any respect? I remember the bygone days How Roses were shivered When I hummed and roamed around And Daisies humbly worshiped when my strong wings fluttered. O the old age is sad & wearied and nobody wants to pass a friendly smile withered flowers too quiet and don't know why? Anyway, I do not keep any grudges That I can promise though you ignored? nimal dunuhinga