My deeds will outlive me
as so will my son.
My teeth are strong and not shaky,
they're glued to my gum.
But in days to come I'll wear out.
I can't be young forever, tis reality.
I'll grow old and move South,
away from all insanity.
I only hope he follows my steps
and if he won't
should build his own steps,
and not be brute.
For as of now I've lost all hope on sanity
and all of life to me is vanity.
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