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New Lease

A bypassing brush with death,

And it ponders,

Your whole life’s accumulated wealth,

If needed, couldn’t have bargained,

A few more ticks of clock

By any length.

Few leftover stains of that brush,

Sends in your soul, enough ripples

The staggering now thoughts,
That could had been my last sunrise,

Never imagining it to be my last ride
Now the color of my dress,

Doesn’t interest me,

I have visions, much beyond to see!

Wise people say,

‘Live each day as your last’

Instead,

We have made fixed deposits,

For another fifty years,

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