Getting to one hundred
Twenty years can be forever
Twenty years can go so fast
Nothing lasts forever
Years will go on by
The first they call it vigor
The second might and power
The third are just reflections
The forth is just good byes
The fifth can be a blessing
The fifth can be a curse
Of course it is hard to get there
However, every second counts
Nevertheless, every violation of your nature
A treacherous event sure will come
Overeating, smoking, drinking or not sleeping enough
Will cut one’s own life short
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