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REST

My body's not a stone, unyielding and cold Nor is it wood, unfeeling, and old It's flesh and blood, with needs that must be met Rest and relaxation, to rejuvenate and reset Don't be a slave to labor, toiling ceaselessly For when you're gone, your efforts will be but a memory Those you've worked for, will call you a fool, in death For neglecting your own needs, and sacrificing your last breath Find solace in leisure, and joy in life's delight Savor the fruits of your labor, before the darkness of night Take a sip of wine, let music move your soul Dance and merry, let your spirit be made whole Don't hoard treasures, you'll never live to enjoy Be moderate, and decisive, let wisdom be your employ Let go of hatred, and malice, for they'll bring you pain And lead to heart attacks, and a life of regret and strain Life's short, enjoy it, while you may Do good, create impact, but don't overdo, come what may Consider your health, and your maker, in all you do For a life of balance, is a life that's true.

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