What is life
Tell me my wife.
Remember, my birth day
Is Monday and that of
Yours is Tuesday.
We got married on wednesday.
And on Thurs day our son
Took his birth.
On Friday we fall ill.
On Saturday we admitted
In hospital and let us
Be ready to die on Sunday.
Who said Sunday is a holiday
And death is not there to come.
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