Life is like whisky in the glass,
First sip you take your mouth go smack,
Second sip take you start enjoying,
When the glass starts to get emptied you ask for more,
Life is the same; first few years of hard work you don’t enjoy it,
Few years when the hard work at your youthful days,
You are unstoppable,
And, as the sun of your life starts to set
You ask for extending and refilling your life,
But, the only thing that the glass of whisky has not in common,
You can ask to refill the whisky once emptied but,
Life once finished cannot be resurrected.
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