Well well...

Someone put it down well,
Life when young is swell,
You haven't got a penny,
Energy and time's a plenty.

Then you reach a stage,
You don't think about age,
The power and the money,
No time and with no funny.

So as you slow down a bit,
With your diminishing wit,
You hang on wishing hard,
All you got is a time bard.

But for me it's different,
I got dues and pay rent,
I have it all - energy money time,
I have to choose and just rhyme!

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