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Unintentional Existence: Eighty

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.


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