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Click herea Train called Time
runs thru' our bodies
without Rhythm without Rhyme
Brutally ruthless--from infancy
to youthood thru' adolesenceee
until middle age doth tame
makes us weary'n lame
with diseases , depression 'n fears
little laughter , much tears .......
until in rushes Old Age .......
& we draw slowin' Breath
till at last arrives us all
to the Grand Terminus-----Death .........
Amen .....
Om ....
Shanti .....
Peace ......
hitting all stops and branches. TK U MLJ LV NV
You're making me sad Ash :-(
Can we have a poem about eternal youth please ;-)
Very pessimistic, but I suppose it's true.
I wish my mid age crisis could tame me.
Thanks for sharing