Word of the day: Old
The young and old,
The green and grey,
With certainty
Will meet their Day.
We all will go —
Some fast, some slow —
From infancy
Into our graves.
So why not laugh
Like Lovers do?
So why not danse
Until we're through?
For we are doomed
To make Misstake.
So live your lives
For heaven's sake!
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This poem follows the syllable scheme of the Vietnamese thơ tứ ngôn, where each line has four syllables.
Danse Macabre (Dance of Death): an allegorical representation in which a personified Death leads all types of people to the grave — the prosperous and poor, princes and paupers alike.
Banner image: The Dance of Death (1493) by Michael Wolgemut, from the Nuremberg Chronicle of Hartmann Schedel
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