Bring me to the closure.
I will take it to the endure.
to the last of that tenure
I will not decay like manure.
for the reason that no procure
I will bow down to lure
for sincerity and impure.
They will not give me failure.
to mix my clothes with soilure.
Let my life grow, not to immure.
because I will be good for sure
When I meet the mature
It will feel so, with some pleasure.