Another long day on this Ferris Wheel,
A ride each ticket-holder calls "Life",
To avoid getting dizzy in your aerie
Don't ponder a chore and then chew it-
Or you'll be sweating, doing its effort twice.
Yes, the past is always so golden
Those kittenish times one re-visits to pet,
But those bell-ringing times can leave one deaf from the chimes
Moreover,
You haven't trod on your future-path yet.
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