Poem no. 18 | Paradox

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We live,

We love,

We learn,

Our hearts we give,

Our souls we shove,

Our lifes we turn.


We care,

We dare,

We share,

But time we don't spare.


We hope,

We mope,

Through life we lope.

We pretend,

We wanna scend,

But alone we stand,

In the dark without a friend.


We even die a little,

Our minds we whittle...


...We grow,

But we never know

What's best for our show.


We die at twenty-five,

But live 'til seventy-five.

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