DEATH KNELLS  ARE RINGING....

                                         INFACT... WE AREN’T HEARING

                         Fifteen dozen or more faces in all, our hearts in tremors,

                                        Assembled in unison for a cause, with nobility  in spirits,

                                        Doors dawned for a five year journey yearned by merits,

                                        Hoping to cure sometimes, comfort and console always,

 

                                        Life was arduous, terrains  weren’t rosy to say the least,

                                        Lost already one in our path, a jolt we suffered so early,

                                        Soon reality struck, we aren’t immortals, a truth in brew,

                                        Losses in pursuit, to haunt us often, too good to be true.

 

                                       Impoverished by the numbers, our meets too far and few,

                                       Golden meet is over, thirteen dozens now lurk in the dark,

                                       We all in seventh decades of our life with fading faculties,

                                       Our writings  on the wall, let us  ensemble once annually.

                                       None knows our earthly extent, nor the day of  final bow,

                                       Nor who all, amongst us be the last to sing the swansong,

                                       Lets all gather in the evenings of  life, quite oft than not,

                                       Death knell  do ring constantly,  oft we hear it belatedly.