when you glide

high up in the sky
the trees will sigh
and many will shed a tear
may be

but the only difference shall be
I will be looking still Lovedly--------------------------

take care the journey may be lonely
pass by gradually
and wave candidly

all neopoets will stand
as in a standing ovation
as they decide the noble Nobel
for thee ..
but
never mind I also have given up my rights
for something beyond me
I feel its time to realise
we are not the only one who stand by
in a hope of the eventual prize

tis my surmise
the Nobel is a lost PRIZE....
so I abandon my right
to fight!