LaSoaphia QuXazs (1934 / Budapest, Hungary, living in the USA)
Why do we want to rush everything and even our time?
Call every body functions sickness, never wait on nature's healing rhyme.
With rushing we get some accident,
Then we blame it on everything, never become content.
Rushing through time we get older and older,
Running after money or success we just get meaner,
Finishing life in regret, misery and complaining,
Instead of relax, do your best, be good to all in a happy living.
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