Neither can it be intimidated
The past was a long-dead man
But his bones still caress the earthen soil
Yesterday has just been been buried in the grave of time
He was loved, hated, enjoyed and wasted
Today is an old man with flocks of grey hairs
Shivering, trembling, asthmatic and ill
The angel of death shall visit him soon
And lay his cold hands on his breast
Tomorrow is a young, beautiful lady
Who, within a blink of an eye,
Shall become old and weak like today
The future is still one of the thousands spermatozoa
Fighting hard to become the lucky one
That will fertilise the ovum to produce the zygote
That will become the baby.
A life time is like a blink of an eye
Don't procrastinate.
The future begins now.
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