I will not be young again
That life was seriously going on
one gets it later on
-like all youngsters, I came
to sweep away everything life could offer.
To leave trace I wished
and go off in applauses
-growing old, dying, were merely
the dimensions of the theatre.
But time has past
and the unpleasant truth peeps out:
growing old, dying,
is the only plot in the play.
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