I rather think that’s my domain, old bean!
One constant thought to pierce you like a knife:
your years are finite; death comes unforeseen.
But I’ll be here, exchanging blows with brevity –
a duellist fencing fickle father time.
A prayer to me will guarantee longevity,
and Socrates’ old wisdom is no crime.
Sit back, relax, and have yourself a peach –
Enjoy the peaceful garden, filled with light.
A mortal’s grasp should e’er exceed his reach,
and reaching, grasp exceptionally tight.
And when the time-bell calls – your days are done –
just close your eyes and face towards the sun.
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