Spending time to finally recognize,
The doing of it should not be wasted...
Taking life less seriously,
To more appreciate the getting of it given...
Evaluated to comprehend,
How precious life is and the experience of it...
Is a blessing one should not delay,
Awaiting another day to procrastinate.
Perhaps this is a decision made,
One who grows older awakens to do.
Refusing to remove limitations to choose.
With a leaving behind outdate attitudes.
Unless, of course, they have minds,
Kept stubbornly to youthful beliefs...
That a tree that ages stays that way.
Without a leaf from it seen,
Growing from a bud to drop.
To stop and fall to have life from it,
Decay.
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