People are like the catapult,
The more you pull with effort,
The longest distance they target.
People are like the rubber bands,
The more you twist and elongate,
They get snapped into bits.
People are like the jute,
They work hard all their life,
Get retired at their old age.
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Sometimes I feel I am a rubberband. Though this world has yet to snap me. I feel the bits of me that no longer hold their elasticity are quite nice in the irregular ways they are formed.