Counts of breath

Olds are borns
Its starts as it ends

Knowing nothing to knowing everything
Now knowing everything to knowing nothing

Building a family to building a home

Generating generation to share heritage of love,
It’s just the expectations of the reality.

Remembering the remembrance to remember that are barely left

Perpetuating the self to the young self
And now pesimest self to the old self

Efforts of relationship turns to ashes
Like the body turns to ashes

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