On every step
Life season a will
To plough earth -
Burning hay in the field
as manure,
to chaff as fodder; and
A new seedling to sow
A new life to begin
Many occasions pass
Tiding the rise and fall
Ticking the seconds away -
Cracking feet on pavements
as a bowl to beg,
to feed his family; and
Rummy the game of life
To win a grave; alas.
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