Age creeps in and you wonder,
What did I do, when younger?
A decade in the real world
What is it that unfurled?
Did I get anything I crave?
A bank balance, did I save?
Or life, satisfaction to look back
Memories my heart can tack.
A million he saved at fifty,
Cool, isn’t that quite nifty?
Me, on the other hand,
Quagmired in quicksand.
Living life to ones’ own,
Seeds of dreams now sown,
What do people after all need?
If not for some of our greed?
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