You speak of jaundice as if you are its sole catalytic spice
And talk of malaria as if you are plasmodium the protozoa
Minding the business of others as if you are its essence
Living the dreams of others as if you are a tributary
Insulting others for insulting others as if you are others
Making signs for men your age as if you are an adage
The life of another meets its purpose in time
If that it does not, then it cannot be prime
Yours cannot have been to that of others’ sublime
While yours gathers dust minus cognition to rhyme
Remain not a ladder for others to climb
For they will reach out as you depreciate to a mime
Your purpose not achieved under eternity’s interruption
Implies you were killed before maturity to fruition
For they that live, live to and for absolute completion
As makers of shadows in their own illumination
Sulk not while you still have teeth - abomination
Your efforts, success and purpose - destination
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