How long can we thrive
How long do we aspire
How long until it's dead
The man and his desire
Grow old with the moments
Write our memories in a journal
The graveyard is full of those
Who thought youth was eternal
We dream of tomorrow
But today we forget
Often youth is a mistake
Hence old age, a regret
How long can we live
How long can we aspire
How long until it is dead
The man 'with' his desire
Comments2
Powerful and poignant.
Have to live in the moment every moment
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