At seventy
He has car and truck
He has house and Condo
And he has salary
But no one to share with
Sportsman, he is fit
And he wants to live long.
"Living long? "
"What is life? "
"Who's alive? "
Stupid is reply:
"Breathing, going round"
No comment on what for
Nothing on doing what
"Such life is sure shit."
I look wearing frown.
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