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Merry-Go-round
Work and play and sleep
Lather, rinse, repeat
Round and round we go,
where it stops we already know
Six feet under -
walls of dirt and a bed of clay
Once we dreamed we were kings,
but it was only for a day
Beauty and favor are fleeting
Time is in on the joke
Yesterday's hard-won prizes,
today go up in smoke
All love and labor are useless,
the final result is but one
In the end, our bags are empty
The final journey, we travel alone.
Lather, rinse, repeat
Round and round we go,
where it stops we already know
Six feet under -
walls of dirt and a bed of clay
Once we dreamed we were kings,
but it was only for a day
Beauty and favor are fleeting
Time is in on the joke
Yesterday's hard-won prizes,
today go up in smoke
All love and labor are useless,
the final result is but one
In the end, our bags are empty
The final journey, we travel alone.
Published 20th Jan 2021
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20th Jan 2021 2:22pm
they never utilize the time when things are going good. they stall and stall waiting for an excuse...I see a pattern.
