Progressive Life, Lyric

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Progressive Life, Lyric

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Cherub like, cherry- cheeked, bright robust smiles,

Then a lad or a maid sun drenched and mild.

Maturing in fashion and expertise,

From every clock-tick their lucre they squeeze.

Bent on piles of fortune, happiness buy;

Their very own heaven’s stairway contrived.

Mortgages locked in, lashed to high leases;

wealth is a burden the more it increases

Not one cent escape where misers reside,

channeled to those so counting occupied.

Comes the days of looking their part— a toad,

Eyes dull, cheeks wan, frowns so long and so broad.

The happiest mortals and full of mirth,

Are the thankful souls to draw their next breath.

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c. Lemuel

16 November 2018