Five's for playing, fifteen'sgetting high.
Twenty-five, forty-five, sixty-five, die
If you make it to eighty-five you might regret it
A hundred should break you, but I wouldn't let it.
One day at a time, one week month and year
Before you know it eternity's here
In this time space we share now, this moment's our chance
To be good, make a difference, fall in love, learn to dance
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I would like to translate this poem
Very existential zen trippyness