Eternity is that even the rich lacks
Let’s reach climax
Before the day darks.
Eighty years is just a stone throw
Let’s enjoy love tasty taste and row
Before or if it ever turns sour while we grow;
Energy we have shall then decline.
Let’s smell the fragrance of love
Before the tiny space dilutes and take it away.
Emphatically, everyone of us knows
Love one has is a love one shares
By then no more normal trophy cells
Even ‘bam-bam beat’ is calm and nice
Lovely in love enjoying sight and sound
Before the endless dark lightens up-
Eating us up now that we are young.
Listen! this heart can wake the dead
But once upon a time at-
Eighty we shall tell, stories beside atrophy cells
Love and time, organs age with us:
Beware the clock is a running tap and,
Eighty is just tomorrow to come.
Let’s make love a busy broom
Beautifully now no forever young.