Everyone lives to leave memories,
For someone to digest.
As time progresses.
Those glued to beliefs,
It is never too late...
And continue procrastinating,
To manipulate with a doing as they please...
Are most likely those aging with wishes,
Mother nature offers them credit...
For the coming up with good excuses,
To dismiss.
But everyone lives to leave memories,
For someone to digest.
As time progresses,
To redo and not reschedule...
To allow those undecided to do what they like.
And still fear life to live.
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