Before his grave
An old man cried
To live further
Is my soul desire
He uttered
Life in deed is
Is bloosm and sover
But all seems to be
A shallow wish.
Untill all at one
A devil appeared
And said 18
I shall give
From a donkey,
A jackel and a vulture.
With the first semester
He lifted the burden
Of the real life
Loads in deed
Followed his life
Just like a donkey
Earning his life.
With the second
He had to run after
And after his life
Still
Failed to realise
And run after and
After like a jackle.
With the third
He run
And only run
Hardly earning life
Then he realised
And said
Life in nothing
Elses a shallow
And evil curse.
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