Life is a gift,
A beautiful gift—
Given to you and me.
But there is a twist—
It comes with a price.
Really, nothing is free.
You work to enjoy
The days of your youth;
No luck in striking gold.
And must do your best
To survive
Upon becoming old.
Life is a gift, 'tis true;
But nothing's free
For me, or you.
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