The lesser I value fame and materials
The more I value people and respect what and whom they represent.
Cos' all that is under the sun, would perish.
The older I get, the lesser friends I have
Cos' the path I tread on, chase many away
My purpose becomes clearer
And life becomes better.
If I find a fountain of youth, I wouldn't drink a cup;
Cos', getting old is a blessing
Chryss.
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