One dies many Deaths from the cradle till the coffin,
what expires gives free reign to flourish another shoot,
nothing is ever lost-they say,
but where intelligence, knowledge, skills and creativity is typified by nonattendance,
or gratiously squandered and never dares to jump over the edge to take some great flight...
one ends up a day seeing oneself in the mirror,
devastated and repelled by this dreary lagging image refecting back
and all hyperventilation, transpiration, groans and shrieks,
all woes, despair and bidding for mercy,
will be but a last tension spurring through a body
long lost and cadaverous...
Open the gates of retention, and march on and make a difference!
Oh, and btw, ...een gelukkige verjaardag en nog vele jaren van voorspoed en geluk, S..![]()
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