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IRONY OF LIFE

The chase never slows, it only repeats Running in circles, chasing defeat. Like pouring into a cup that leaks Our pockets never stay complete. The quest for riches, a human plight A plunge into endless, sleepless nights. For every goal, for every gain We crave the next, in endless strain. As time slips through our weary hands We race past life’s fleeting sands. So busy chasing golden dreams We miss the sunset’s gentle gleam. And then we wake, with dusk near The truth so clear, we feel the fear. For all the riches we pursue We lost the life we never knew. That’s the irony of a purposeless life We care so much for shining gold By the little we have, we forget to truly live Until the joke is all that’s left to give.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




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