Mourn not the end of youth,
As it will
dissipate health;
With every year that passes,
Do rejuvenate as young bosses.
We are just puppets of the CREATOR;
HE pulls the string with music.
As long as we follow HIS music,
HE will hold the string STRONG.
The world is HIS theater
Filled with nature as teachers!
Listen to the chats of the leaves
That gush the secrets of hopeful life.
Let love and hope reign supreme!
Bring back your youth to serve HIM long….!
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