He was in a hurry,
All the time, in life,
To grow up as a child,
As a teenager,
As a young man,
Always falling in and out
Of love, rushing his jobs,
To return to go home,
To go for the party,
Life in a hurry, he felt
Though uncomfortable,
Yet something to finsh off,
Also wedded many times,
Having children hither
And thither, he ran from
Plillar to post, To meet
The demands of daily life,
Not knowong that
Oldage has slowly
Dawned on him,
Realising that he lost
A lost of good living
Hurrying through life,
Forgetting to enjoy its moments.
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