Forget the way the world is now
Forget the ways of Gods above
Forget that you were born a child
Helpless as an insect small
Attack, abuse, the nature that
Brought you up to her peril
Sit,not work; sleep, not dream
Spend the fortune left ahead
Shrivelled skin, the age of old
Will dawn on mind, with wisdom late
To think you are a human Is
to put to shame the Divine will
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