When I was young,
I met Mr poverty
He promised me with nothing
And no any supports could commit
I grow humbly by the meet
And live in people mechanically
Except when moving in the lands
My I will be remodeled dramatically
The flowers made me energetic
And the birds made me glee
The sun feels warm and bright
And the breezes smell sweety
Day in and day out
I finally met my interests
To be a life scientist
And to decipher the bliss
The only thing attracts my attention in Christian
As said Christ could achieve a dead alive again
That's why I am a life scientist, which I've been
Wanting similar skills keenly, but not yet gain
I, be a scientist but look likewise a poetry man
#A poetic answer to the question of why a life scientist also release so many poems, don't be confused by what you saw#
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