Cards of Life
CARDS OF LIFE
We ought to be proud that we're still here,
For many did leave us within months or few years
they showed up;
Surviving nine months in the belly of a woman,
Showing up covered with blood in full form,
Through the stages of growth,
Withstanding and overcoming climatic conditions
infused by illnesses and diseases.
Now aged, seeing another process bloom;
Looks on to retirement, being weaken by age.
And last; groaning while crawling, pissing and
excreting solid stuff on oneself;
It seemed one does get shame at the end before the
grave.
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