While years pass by swiftly
All the same you find yourself in a fix
With no advancements and proceedings
Yet in the abstract all wrapped up
Anxiousness overwhelms
When the days are recalled
All hard work seems vanished
All anguish unpaid
The future is at stake
That's what the world says
Every moment has a future
A day that's unpaid
Linger not in worries
Oh you dear soul
Your days are already numbered
Your gains are all secure
Yield not to what the crowds run after
listen and be the benevolent one
For there's non other like you
You're the chosen bounteous one.
Adeline Barbara Dvaz
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