My kids
I look at my kids
And I look back
When I used to be as old as them
Now I am just old
Tomorrow is full of promise
If I am brave
And I am bold
I will leave for them
A pot of gold
Rather than leave them
For a pot of gold
Rahul Upadhyaya December 28, 2004
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Abosh, Prerak and the Gold? Not so lucky. Just the Golden Gate Bridge.
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