Life Is Too Short... - Poem by Timothy Venard
Life is too short for fun,
No matter how hard you try.
‘Don’t play ‘till the work is done
And it ends the day you die.
Life is too short for games.
There’s just no time to play.
You can’t go while the work remains
And your childhood is taken away.
Life is too short to live
It’s only enough for work
Happiness is something no one can give,
And life becomes berserk
Life is too short for love
But not too short for hate
Money is all we love.
Why do we think it’s so great?
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