Life is like an old chap
Who keeps on warning you!
I’m his wayward child,
Who never lends him ears!
He taught me nev’r to love,
A girl who can’t walk till the end!
Yet I love girls, for the moments,
Which last but for moments!
It’s like a race, just one wins,
The vital medal on podium!
Many lined up for the match,
None remain, nor their footmarks!
What’s a life, but an await,
For the ones yet to meet!
Hopes of the one who’s not join’d,
Make my race worth running!
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