In life, those who belong
Value thy tiniest of tokens as gold
Are always those who stay prolong
For one who views on no account shall fold
Display pride through stride within a home
When matter ensues and drains ones brain
Head held high as not alone
With faults will bring no pain
For sun will dry the weeping pages
Ones story shall never fade
With passing time with days and ages
Thus life I live becomes my jade
Thy plague of life my one desire
No foolish games for I am no liar
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