He finally succumbed to peer pressure
Like a fox, it cunningly stole his treasure
There was more to it, he love it
Being with the ‘saints’ became his delight and pleasure
Tick tick went the clock
Time at him began to mock
Twenty, fifty, then sixty began to knock
Alas! He was awoken!
Countless missed opportunities
Too late to mourn
Faded youthful abilities,
Slowly but steadily they did burn
No second chance
On his sixty first day, death blew it’s horn.
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