Master! I Would Like To Borrow Your Magical Paint Brush

When green leaves turn into yellow and white clouds become gloomy I am really uneasy? Through the shattered window I see children go to school and I watch my face in the mirror. Sharp black eye brows gradually display the silver threads. Oh! Where's my lost boisterous youth? Remember the days I jumped into running trains and pulled the chain Whenever I saw film stars? (in my dreams) My life's train almost ramshackle and crawls to the shunting yard? [Scribbled in South Station, Boston today while going to Immigration Courts.I saw a big banner advertising a pumpkin-spiced Whiskey, if that could change the bitterness of life? ] nimal p.dunuhinga