He who is past his prime
Feels his life has ceased to rhyme
Sees his future a steep climb
Never dares to get off the dime
Too afraid to walk on the slime
Frozen as if mantled with a rime
Does nothing but blame it on time
He who is in his heyday
Has no shame to betray
Who, for him, smoothed the way
And let him hit the bull’s eye
Considering time to be a reliable ally
Alas! “No Mercy” is coming his way
Carrying his own doomsday
© Chaouki M’kaddem
May 21st, 2013
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