Chores take too long or is it time, flies away
Flies in my face to contemplate, Why -
Is it, that age and ageing,
takes so great a toll
I accomplish less, desire more
Or are they tales of folklore
That dreams and fate of mortals getting old
Impairs the body corpreal,
Psyche endowed, . with pragmatics bold
Entice, entreat the self
The great Hurrah, is yet to come
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