A future can't be neutered,
To neutralize it by disguise.
Or cut off to have it tossed,
From minds that wish...
Tomorrow and days that follow,
They can resist them to exist.
This experienced event,
No one lives can prevent.
Many refuse to move to budge,
To accept and make the best...
Of a time that was.
Some reach a stage,
They want to stay on.
Long after a noon,
Has allowed them to bloom.
With wishes to step over,
Sunset and dawn.
To think eliminating aging,
Will permit them to prolong.
Many refuse to move to budge,
To accept and make the best...
Of a time that was.
With attempts to erase,
Being replaced by changes to face.
Yet...
The expense it takes to renovate,
What has been done to rejuvenate...
Is a waste of time and a future to find,
Can not be created to appreciate...
Before it comes to live.
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