Wish and aim for an easy life
One without struggle or any strife
Honour and glory are sought in vain
Drop no sweat and feel no pain
Laze around and keep no plan
Procastinate the best you can
Flex no muscle, don’t strain your voice
Being born was not your choice
Keep all work for tomorrow
Close your heart to all sorrow
Close your heart to love too
Very little can now break you
Life is fickle and time is short
To Death we are a mere sport
Nothing lasts so don’t pretend
Everyone must die in the end

Perfect poem❤️
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Very kind of you to say that!
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There is no death without sorrow and there are diseases that give us sorrow for years.
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Yeah. ❤️🌻⚰️
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Sounds like your are describing my retirement! Well done.
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Loved it! 🙌
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🙂
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