Let's Rhyme
The vanity of pleasure,
The young hearts can’t measure,
They yearn for leisure,
Vanity is their utmost treasure.
Some inadvertently yield to pressure,
They're caught in the delinquent compressor,
As they grow older, vanity becomes a displeasure,
Until the night brings a closure.
December 7, 2023.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2023
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