Another day, in the hope of dawn,
Trying to stir the sluggish heart
And revive its weary beats.
To win the game of life—
A craving beyond time;
To train the mind
To awaken with renewed vigour,
An overwhelming desire
To wallow in life's wonders.
Counting the years gone by,
Yet yearning for the years ahead;
Determined not to let the worms
Devour the soul within,
Even as the leaves turn yellow with time.
To halt Time's speeding clock
Is no human feat.
Its relentless tick-tock
Measures our descending years.
Yet hope remains—
To continue this journey,
Hale in heart and sound in mind,
With kith and kin
perfuming the path
Such is the dream that forever looms,
Drawing me into its magnetic womb.
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