The Magic of Life

The Magic of Life

Death waitin
for you

They call
it

The rosy
future

It’s not
for you

But the
younglings’

To come
by

They are
goin

To build
their homes

And the
fountain wheel

Life starin
at you

You look
back

The old
hands

On your
head

And tears
in the
eyes

Of the
old ones

Left far
behin

In the
dust of
time

And you
wonder

To be or
not to
be

Caution: This might be all theory

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