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Twenty Fifteen
Some would call thee
Two Thousand and Fifteen
The year of remarkable cheers
Let's also not forget the 'Memes'







No one broke the Internet
For we all learnt a more valuable lesson
To learn and to love
Never to despise and to grow love
Would you forget the love songs?
How about the tribute songs?






We may never get to see you again
But you're forever in our hearts
Two Thousand and Fifteen
We thank you greatly

Nice one

When I was young and billy
Played in the rain and grew as sprout
Feared God and my Father.
Oh , yes, father, a huge man with hands of steel
Voice like thunder and huge finger to tickle me.
I watched him strong and young.
The next moment I watched him dried up like leaves in harmattan...
Now I am grey and frail
Withering and bent twice with age
I can still hear the rain outside my window
And mother cautioning me not to go out and play
I can still hear father's loud snore
And mothers sewing machine in the dark candle lit night
I sit on my rocking chair rowing slowly
While I watch my grandchildren play
Waiting for death and making amends
Time is a dream, the years are just numbers
What you ought to know is simple
One day you wake young and sterling
The next time you wake up sore, old and bitter
Time is a dream and the years mere arithmetic...m

When I was young and billy
Played in the rain and grew as sprout
Feared God and my Father.
Oh , yes, father, a huge man with hands of steel
Voice like thunder and huge finger to tickle me.
I watched him strong and young.
The next moment I watched him dried up like leaves in harmattan...
Now I am grey and frail
Withering and bent twice with age
I can still hear the rain outside my window
And mother cautioning me not to go out and play
I can still hear father's loud snore
And mothers sewing machine in the dark candle lit night
I sit on my rocking chair rowing slowly
While I watch my grandchildren play
Waiting for death and making amends
Time is a dream, the years are just numbers
What you ought to know is simple
One day you wake young and sterling
The next time you wake up sore, old and bitter
Time is a dream and the years mere arithmetic...