My soul just doesn't want to ingest like before,
It makes me feel that time has come.
Going through tryouts, ugh! I’m done,
On this very day, each one seems to forget,
Our life’s chapters will soon come to an end,
Doing my best is the bequest I can pass on.
A fiber that my forefathers did care for long,
That causes no one a mischief, but gives an eternal,
Influence, pride, that will make life a decent one,
That is cheerfully contented in life with dignity. Tags: Poem
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