Purpose and joy,
They go hand in hand,
Cause without purpose,
Men don't feel like men.
They need something,
A reason to go,
Otherwise time,
Simply moves too slow,
They take their time,
They think they have time to spare,
But before they realize,
They now have grey hairs,
So advance yourself,
And don't take your time,
Or you'll probably end up,
Wasting your life.
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