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by Zhen
Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #2232552
The old casing houses the inner youth.
At the end of life,
It's just like in the middle
When there's no more strife.
We have fingers to twiddle.

There's no more purpose
Driving us forward daily.
We get dressed in clothes:
Go nowhere as though gayly.

We still feel twenty,
And the floor is far away.
We've stories plenty,
Listeners don't want to stay.

Enjoy life, they say,
We should find our purpose now.
Boredom go away,
Disenchantment disavow.
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