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Oct 2020
As we grow old
The beauty we have
fades away,
our strength and memories
never stay the same,
No matter how deep  
our pockets are
- the casket can't be filled
with our wealth
all the ties are cut
the moment we are
laid to rest
so tell me my dear
why should we
take pride in things
that don't last forever?
Written by
Hammad  35/M/Pakistan
(35/M/Pakistan)   
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